New Guy? Kill. Me. Now.

Pubescent Drama Queen

So here is the next chapter! Woot woot! I took quite a while to piece it together to make the story flow, but in the end it all worked out! \O/ 

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I brushed my knotted hair and put it in a high ponytail, tightly grabbing at the little strands that seemed to escape my grip.. I stared at my slightly tanned skin, the red spots still evident. Pulling on a pair of skinny jeans and slipping on an oversized Bob Dylan T-shirt, I tucked the shirt in and grabbed my heavy bag and strolled out the front door. I glanced at my watch 6.30 am. Nobody's up at this hour. Perfect. I thought to myself as I started my long walk over to Lake Monroe High School.

I didn't like taking the bus, or getting into moving vehicles unless it was absolutely necessary. My dad had offered to drive me countless times, and still didn't get why I preferred an hours walk than a 20 min drive. Sighing deeply, I plugged in my iPod and blasted my All Time Low playlist.

I walked through the hallway, stopping at my locker. Turning down the volume of my music, I took a look at the clock on the wall, and saw that it was already 7.30 a.m. I rolled out my shoulders as I opened my locker. It was filled with Math papers and books. There were no pictures, no mirrors, no makeup, not a thing. That was me. Plain old study freak Cyra. I heard sniggering behind me. Taking a deep breath, I closed my locker and turned around.

'Look who's here.' Jamie's voice rang out behind me. Her voice reached a whole new level of high pitched. She was wearing tight tye-dye shorts and her boobs were 2 seconds from spilling out from her tank top. 

I felt the rising urge to land my fist in her face. I never had a penchant for violence, but she just brought out the Schwarzenegger in me. I ignored her, and walked to my first class, Calculus. My face was blank as I turned up the music. People stared at me as I walked past all of them. I was a freak of nature to them. My simple clothes seemed mismatched on my body, and I had never shown my body shape, what with my baggy clothes. My eyes were freakishly big, and unlike other girls, they were a boring dark brown, almost black. I slipped into the classroom through the back door, sliding into a chair right at the back of the class. The rest of my class was busy gossiping about the latest sexual escapades of the school to notice me. People bumped into my table and chair, as though I wasn't even there. 

'Hey keep your stuff properly freak.' a girl's voice rudely interrupted my thoughts. Looking up, I saw her walk past me, the contents of my bag strewn on the floor after she tripped over it.

Maybe I am a freak. Maybe it's true. 

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"Okay class, please remember to finish your assignment. Ah, Cyra, there you are, are you done with the Science Scholarship project?" Mr Dawson asked me. Physics! Right.

I dug into my pocket and handed Mr Dawson a thumbdrive. He plugged it into his computer, opened the file and nodded approvingly.

"Excellent job, Cyra, you may go now," he dismissed me with a wave of his hand. I brushed my baby hairs aside and walked out the door. Suddenly, pain exploded at the back of my head. I feel to the ground, scraping my knees as I tried to get up.

"What's wrong, freak?" I heard sniggering behind me. I forcefully pushed myself up and saw a crowd of people around me, giggling. I looked up into Jamie's lined blue eyes. She smiled evilly.

"Anything wrong?" she repeated, smiling as her horde of followers sniggered.

My head was still pounding from the impact and my knees were burning. Jenna wasn't there to help me, she was still in her history class. Getting up clumsiliy as my now ripped jeans constricted my movement, I brushed myself off. I stood up straight and said clearly, 'Yeah. Something here is definitely wrong.'

A few people started whispering in surprise at the sudden response from me. Jamie lost her composure for a moment, her eyes widening in shock before she resumed her usual smirk. 'Oh yeah, and what would that be?'

I smiled, clenching my fist. 'You,' I said, before punching her square in the face.

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Cyra Williams

I stared into the bathroom mirror, taking deep breaths as I tried to calm myself. I roughly pulled my elastic from my hair and retied it, pulling up the clump of knotted hair into its usual tight ponytail. 

'Cyra, you fucking idiot.' I said to myself, thinking what would happen to me. Familiar scenes from Mean Girls came back to me as I rested my head against the wall.

I groaned as splashed water onto my face. Suddenly a girl walked in, gasping at a text on her phone. She looked up to see who was also in the girl's bathroom, and as her eyes widened at the sight of me, she ran out.

Oh god.

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"Ms Williams, care to explain why you are late? And by 20 minutes, too?" Ms McAdams squeaky voice filled the air. Her beady eyes glared at me.

I mustered the sweetest fake smile I could and said "It was a girl a emergency, Ms McAdams." Yes, I am professional at lying.

"This will the only time-"

"Sorry I'm late, I got lost!" Someone ran straight into me. I stumbled forward, hitting the table in front of me. The whole class sniggered. Clenching my teeth, I turned around to glare at the dumbass.

I didn't recognize him. My eyes widened. A new boy?

Oh my fucking god.

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Okay, I typed out half on the computer, and the other half on my phone :p

I don't know if I wrote a lot or not, my judgement for length is pretty bad. It still isn't very interesting, but I promise, it gets better. I have a number of storyline ideas right now, I'm not sure which one to follow, so I'm really gonna think it through...

Shanna