Chapter Four: Freak

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"Get up, Get up" I yelled at Cleo to get up.

"You'll be late the your first day of school". I screamed at her so she can get up.

"Wait, what" Cleo said in a sleepy voice.

"School...Hello, you neede to get ready" I told her

"Oh My God. I totaly forgot." She said getting off of the bed.

CLEO'S P.O.V

Emeral was on the bed tryig to wake me up.When I got up I took a quick 10-15 minute shower, because i didnt wanna be late to my first day of school. When I was done take my quick shower I wore a pink top with a brown skater skirt, and on top of every thind I wore a leather jacket, just because it was a litte chillly out. I put on my comfy socks and combat boots. At last I put my hair in a ponytail ad put on a little touch of my new cover up, put on eyeliner,miscara,and at the end i just put carmex to shiny up my lips.

"Emeral how do I look." I ask Emeral

"Ohhhh, Cleo you look not to fancy or smanshy but beautiful and classy"

"Oh thank you Emeral, you look pretty good yourself"

"Thanks" Emeral said

"So, You ready" I asked

"Yeah"she said

Emeral was wearing tight blur jeans, a flannel that was black and green and was tucked i her jeans.She also wore black black converse.Her hair was in a nice mesy bun. I loved her style it was so unique and beautiful.

"Lets go" I said with a smile o my face.

I am really happy that im going to go to scool with Emeral. I really missed going to school with her, It used to be the best. I used to always make her laugh and she also made me laugh. Wow, dayum i missed those days. It feels like yesterday--that it was our first day of 5th grade and Emeral barfed on my new shoes and she started crying because she ruied my shoes and she felt bad because they were new. I was mad but I told her "Who cares there just shoes" I tried conforting her.

As I was walkig into the school doors I heard people saying "Who is she (refuring to me) and why she with that weirdo(refuring to my best friend) Oh hell na,they just didnt say that. Im gona make there life a living hell and make them wish they were Emeral or even better not even---

"Lets take you to the office,to get you your scedule." Emeral told me cutting me off my thoghts.

"Okay" I said followimg her.

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"Let me see your schedule ".Emeral asked me

I showed her my schedule -
" We have home room, Chemistry, Art and lunch together" Emerald told me

"Oh that's cool" I told Em

We walked to home room together....as I walked in the class the teacher I suppose his name is Mr Ralley introduced me tl the class.

"Class today we will be having a new student her name is Cleo, and she'll be in this class for the rest of the semester, make her feel welcomed" Mr Ralley told the class

I waved a small "Hi" then went to a seat that was empty. So it won't get awkward. There was a girl in front of me and two boys besides me sitting. The girl in front of me is a Goth I suppose and one of the boys two my right was a nerd and the other looked like a sweet boy with a beautiful smile.The girl was staring at me and for some sort of reason I just don't like when people stare it's creeps me out. I took out a notebook from my bag and started doodling because I was bored and the teacher was talking about some one special from the revolutionary war... blah blah, blah. I wasn't really listening .

"School bell rings"

I put my books in my book bag and went to my locker. I told Emeral I'll meet her in our next class together.

When I went to my locker someone came up to me and said "what's up with your freak friend ".

"Wait you talking to me" I said with a weird face expression

"Ya, you.. who else would I be talking to, there is No one in the hall"

"Oh" I said

"So are u gonna answer my question what's up with your freak friend"

"What your problem, don't call my friend a freak you dumbass, she's actually more normal then you'll ever be" I said walking away.

What that hell is his freakin problem.

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