T.Y.W.A.H

Chapter 1 (The life)

I am 18. Brown- colored hair with golden tints , some would mistake them for highlights , but their not I don't dye my hair. My eyes are steel grey almost a metallic dark blue. They call me Mel but I prefer Melody or Melodia, which is what my sister would call me. I bear her striking resemblance , except she didn't have wild hair or the hipster slash slutty wardrobe. She was headed places , at 15 she was number one in our class , and already being scouted by Norte Dame and Cornell. She was a preppy nerd and I loved her for it, she completed me because we balanced each other out. I miss her it's like I lost half my life. But now it was just me. Who was currently in the girls bathroom in the locker room smoking. I looked at the bright emerald colored tiles on the wall and thought , shit I don't want to be here. I dumped the cigarrete into the toilet and flushed it .
As I walked out the locker room I realized I was 30 minutes late to class, but who gives a damn right. It was Thompsons class, the evil jerk who needed a good lay because he was a walking pms. I walked into the Floresent lited room and all eyes were on me. I didn't realize my sunglasses were still on but I really didn't bother to take them off. Mr. Thompson stopped his lecture to look at me and say," Ms. Blake class starts at 8:45 not 9:25 , next time I'm locking you out , understood", his eyes practically boring I to mine. " Understood , but not really asked for Mr. Thompson, ok?" I retorted. His face turned a shade of red as his anger settled. I say down in the second to last chair in the middle just to make a point. He went on to talking about some dead person as I felt another pair of eyes on me. I turned left and a new face stared at me, his eyes inspecting all of me. " Take a fucking picture, it'll last longer," I said to the new boy .
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I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter.