"Hazel, the bus is about to get here!"
"Daggummit! I grabbed my shoulder bag and ran outside where my baby sister was waiting. 'Well, I can't really call her my baby sister, can I? She is in 8th grade. Maybe I should call Kacey my little sister instead... Yeah! I'll call her my baby sister.'
I was broken out of my thoughts by Kacey's laughter. "Wonderful start to the first day at a new school, huh? Waking up late, losing your shoes, and looking through boxes for the hair dryer." she spoke.
I stuck my tongue out at her before walking onto the bus yelling a quick, "C'mon!," over my shoulder to my sister. Kacey followed my onto the bus and sat down next to me in my seat near the back.
I watched all the cars and buildings pass by the window as the bus drove down the road.
"What do you think this school is going to be like?" Kacey asked me.
Breaking my gaze away from the window, I looked at her then turned back to the stare out the window before bluntly saying, "Probably like the rest of the schools we have been to. We'll blend in, be ignored by some, picked on by others, then move in another few months. Just like always."
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When we got to the Middle School drop off Kacey got up.
"Wish me luck," Kacey whispers to me.
"Good luck," I whisper back. She gets of the bus and looks at me through the window. Her eyes show uncertainty and fear. I raised my two thumbs up and smiled as big as I could. She rolled her eyes and turned around. I faced the front of the bus and waited for the rest of the middle schoolers to get off. The bus drove to the high school drop off. I got up and sighed. I walked off the bus and walked up to a random person.
"Can you direct me to the office? I need to get my schedule," I ask. A guy turned around with a frown taking residence on his face. A smile took over the frown, though, once he saw me.
"Sure come right this way, babe," he said. I frowned.
"Don't call me babe," I said with a bit of anger in my voice.
"Whatever you say babe," he said and smirked. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and started walking. I glared at him then winced when he squeezed my very bruised shoulder. I kept getting jealous glares from the girls, but lets face it. He is sexy! His sandy blonde hair and emerald green eyes made him have the looks of a god. Not to mention is at least six foot stature and muscular body. But his body was not like 'grr' break a bear kind of muscular but a 'ooh yeah' kind of muscular.
"What's your name?" he asked me with a dazzling smile.
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours," I countered.
"Jason. Jason Demerez," he responded.
"Hazel. Hazel Taylor," I answered.
"What about your middle name?" he asked me.
"Why do you want to know?" I countered once again.
"Are you always this cautious?"
"Are you always so annoying?"
"Just to you babe," Jason said and winked.
"Irene," I mumble out.
"What?"
"My middle name is Irene," I said. He smiled cockily.
"Suits you," he said and stopped in front of a door. "Here we are. The office."
"Thank you," I said before stepping through the doors.
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The Complicated Life of Hazel Irene Taylor (Slow Editing)
Teen FictionHazel has had a complicated life from the start. With an abusive, alcoholic mother and a workaholic father she has been raising her sister Kacey. Every few months, they move from town to town so the neighbors don't ask about the bruises on the chil...
