Stephanie

Chapter 1: First Day

I wake up to my alarm beeping. Too loud, annoying.

I slowly crawl off my bed. Cold floor, cold air. I walk blindly to my bathroom that I share with my older brother, Andrew.

I walk back into my room, now seeing. I throw on a pair of light wash shorts, a bra, and a purple tee. I side step to my vanity, and put on some mascara and chapstick.

It's still summer so I put on a minimum amount of make-up, and roll on some deoderent.

I don't put much effort into my appearance. I don't try to impress people, I just be me.

I walk out the back door, to the driveway, and put the key in the ignition, and turn it to start the car. I have a silver saturn, 2002. I know it's old, but it works.

I pull I to the parking lot, and park in a slim parking spot at the back edge of the parking lot. I don't mind having to walk.

So, I walk into the building, and head to the Central Office, in the center of the school.

I pick up my schedule and a student assistant gets up to show me around to my classes. His name is Matt, a senior a year older than me.

He is tall, completly proportionate, with longer than normal dark brown hair, just past his neck. Dark blue eyes, almost black, and lightly tanned skin. He would be cute, but his teeth are jacked up.

He shows me to my classes, so I know where they are, then heads back to the office, leaving me stranded in the middle of the courtyard. I'm completely and utterly lost here.

The bell rings for students to head to homeroom, the first class, to watch the morning announcements.

I walk to homeroom, watch the announcements and then the bell rings for the next class.

I walk to my locker and get out my combination from my binder and open my locker. I set my books down inside the locker that I don't need and look and my schedule. I have Science, remembering where that class is, I grab my books, slam my locker, and walk to class. I sit down in the only empty seat.

"So, class, looks like I will be stuck with you for the rest of the year. We don't have anything to learn today so you can just talk. AND, DON'T BE LOUD!" Mr. Smith yells to add at the last second.

I sit there with no one to talk to, just me, and my thoughts. Nothing; bored.

The class ends after 48 minutes of screaming and laughter. Loud. I now  go to my next class, Art.

As I walk I see the difference between the groups of friends. They are harder to determine but I figure it out. There is the jocks, the arts, the dumbs, and the popular peers.

I walk into class, as the bell for class to start rings. I scan the art roomlooking from walk to wall, to see a girl, black with her hair in poof at the top of her head with brown eyes, walking towards me. She is tall. Is everyone here tall?

"Are you new? I've never seen you before. I'm Makayla Goolde; you can call me Kayla. What's your name?" She asks me as she looks me over from top to bottom.

"Stephanie Bay, but you can call me Stef." I reply. "So, is every one here a self-obsorbed teen, or is it just the ninty-nine  percent of them?" I say. "Ohh yeah, that, pretty much every one is like that. Except me. I don't think it's bad to meet new people; make new friends." She explains to me. "Part of it may have to do with the fact that I dont have any friends, but whatever tour here now."

We sit down at a table ment for four people, and two others sit down after us, Will and Cheyanne. I won't remember their names.

Will is, also, tall. Has deep brown hair, and light emerald green eyes.

Cheyanne is a normal height, not everyone is a giant yay. Blond hair, cut in a log bob almost shoulder length hair, with blue gray eyes. Pretty, with all the right curves.

"What did you do over summer brake?" Will asks to Cheyanne. "Nothing, I went to band camp at the end of the summer, but you know that, and that was all that was eventfull." Cheyanne tells him.

Will is kind of cute, I think as Cheyanne and Will continue in conversation about each others summer breaks. His eyes are a pretty green, and his hair lays almost untouched, but not so.

I wonder if Will and Cheyanne are together. Off toppic from the summer brake talk. I don't care about them. I don't, I don't.

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I walk into my last class, AP Calculus. I see Makayla, and sit down in front of her, behind Will and Cheyanne.

Only a 47 minutes until I can drive home, and take my dog out. Gernie, a red, golden German shepard.

Mrs. Engle, the AP math teacher, goes over the classroom rules. I stare at the back of Will's head. His deep brown hair reflecting bits of light. Making it look lighter than it is.

He turns and looks at me. A smile creeps across his face, reaching his eyes, almost as if yearning for something.

After, what seems like forever he flips back around like nothing just happened; like he never looked at me with a yearning look. Like I never existed. Like nothing.