Rejects 《Michael Clifford》

Awkward First Impressions

I sat on my bed and looked at the clock. 10:58. I let a few tears slip out, thinking about all the shit I've gone through lately. I lay down, staring at the ceiling. My life has turned to hell in such a short amount of time and I feel as though there's nothing I can do about it.

I turned my head towards my nightstand and looked at the picture of my mom. I miss her so much. But I shouldn't think about that now, it'll stress me out too much.

I decided to silence my burdening thoughts and attempted to get some sleep. Tomorrow was Thursday which meant another day at hell, most commonly referred to as school. I pulled the comforter up to my chest and turned over, quickly drifting into sleep.

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I woke up to the sound of a random pop punk band playing, indicating that my alarm was going off. I quickly hit the dismiss button on my phone, not wanting to hear the noise anymore. It was around six in the morning and I had to walk to school in an hour. I got out of bed and threw on a band tank top, a pair of black shorts and my faux TOMS. I brushed through my medium length blonde hair and placed a beanie on my head. As for makeup, I just applied some eyeliner and mascara. I grabbed my glasses off of the nightstand and placed them on my face before turning to the mirror.

I studied myself. I didn't very much like my figure, it was always something I was made fun of for. I was always the "pudgy" girl and for a long time, I felt like that's all I would ever be known as. I shook the thought from my head and rushed out of my house with my backpack on my shoulder. I didn't bother to eat breakfast, I never ate that much anyway. As I left, I  plugged my headphones in, ignoring the rest of the world.

I arrived at school and made my way to the library, wanting to be alone. I walked in, looking down, which caused me to bump into an unknown figure. I fell on the ground, my iPod and headphones falling out of my hand and the mystery person dropped their books. Shit, I heard them mutter. Are you okay? The voice belonged to a male, that much I could tell. He held out his hand for me to grab, wanting to help me. I grasped it and pulled myself up. I'm really sorry, I'm such a klutz. I finally looked up and saw a boy around my age with blue hair, wearing a GreenDay shirt with a flannel and some black skinny jeans. He smiled, kindly at me and looked back down at his dropped books. Here, let me get those, I spoke, bending down to pick them up. I gathered the books and handed them to him.

He looked down at me, not in the condescending way, only because I was short compared to him. Actually, I was short compared to anyone being as though I was only 5'3. I'm Michael, and who might you be?  I swallowed the lump in my throat. I hated talking to people I didn't know and I also hated embarrassing myself in front of others, both of which I was currently succeeding at. I'm Ronnie, I spoke just above a whisper. Well Ronnie, I apologize for bumping into you and hopefully I'll see you around sometime? He rose his eyebrow at the end, smiling, and walked out of the library. I sighed, he probably thinks that I'm a dumbfuck now. Great.

Just then, the bell for first hour rang and I wrapped up my iPod, walking out of the library and to my classroom. I walked through the door and everyone stared at me. Heat rose to my cheeks and I quickly tried to walk over to my desk. I was almost there when some brunette, popular girl stuck her leg out and tripped me. I stumbled and looked back at her, all she did was smirk and glare at me. I walked over to my desk and sat down, laying my head on the table.

Today was going to be a long day and it hadn't even started...

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Okay, Lovelies. This is my third book on here and I feel like I could really get into this story.

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♥Ronnie~