moved and lost

Chapter 1

When we arrived to our new apartment, it wasn't anything like I had expected. My vision of my junior year was sort of like this:
A huge Victorian styled house with a white picket fence and a wide backyard with newly cut, fresh green grass that'd I come home to every day riding my teal blue bicycle matching the color of my new converse shoes along with a black and red checkered button up, and navy blue jeans. But no. That kind of world vanished from my dreams as fast as it came when I stepped out of the taxi and onto the gray, littered sidewalk.

Before me stood an apartment complex. It was the kind of washed out blue you get when you wash your dark blue jacket one too many times. It had freshly painted window shutters probably trying to distract viewers from the littered streets and old fences surrounding to lot. Kids and teens ran up and down the streets with basketballs, skateboards, and jump ropes completely ignoring my mom and I standing there with our mouths wide open looking like total idiots.

Okay, this was honestly nothing like I had expected. I'm not so sure I feel happy with this new arrangement, or annoyed, or confused, or upset, or even all of the above.

I took a deep breath in.

"Come on, help me unload the luggage," My mom told me.

Finally settling in, I found myself starring at my door to my new bedroom. This was it. This door leads to my future. Where I will be living for at least a year. This room is where I will make memories and do homework in and hang out with friends and live. All it takes is to turn that knobb and cross the threshold of the door.

And so I did.

I entered a musty smelling, peach colored room with the only object the previous owners left was a set of crumpled curtains hiding the fact that someone busted the only window in the room. Great. The room itself wasn't even that large. It could most likely fit a twin sized bed, a nightstand, a small desk, and maybe a bookshelf or two.

I placed my medium sized zebra stripped rolling suitcase down, and immediately started mapping out the layout of my new life.

Apparently my mom felt the need to bump up all of my classes last year, so now I'm a 16 year old junior taking all advanced honors, senior core classes. So technically, I have the chance of graduating high school, a year earlier.

I was wondering how I should present myself on the first day of school. Should I go for the weird-nerd-chick-thats-way-too-smart-for-her-own-grade kind of girl? Or do a more hippie-like-down-to-earth-nerd-freak kind of girl? Either way, I'm stuck with the label "nerd" and school hasn't even started yet.

No matter what, I want to dress like me. And "me" in my head is a laid-back-kind-of-chill-go-with-the-flow kind of girl with super pushy parents that want to map out every single detail in my life. See? I'm a normal kid. Thinking about my dream of my freshman year and how it completely disintegrated, I decided to hold onto at least one memory. And that's how I'm going to dress. Dark blue skinny jeans, teal blue shoes, a white tank top, and a black and teal blue plaid button up. (I switched the red and black button up shirt with black and teal because it matched my converse better).

Now all that's left to do is wait for the moving truck and order take out.

The next morning, my mom took me to school. After filling out all of the paper work and getting my schedule, my mom left and I was on my own in this maze kids call a school.

I started walking around. Freshman, sophomores, juniors, and seniors and brushed by me trying to get to homeroom for attendance. I noticed a group of guys all piled by a locker talking. I glanced at my schedule. Room 23 was homeroom so my locker had to be close. I looked up and glanced at the next door I passes. It was labeled "Room 27, Mr. Hernandez". I had a few more to go.

I saw locker number 109 waiting for me. I took the slip of paper the lady at the front desk gave me and read the numbers for the code. 33-66-99. That was pretty easy. There all factors of 3 and can be divided by 11. Cool. I popped to lock off and started decorating my new home for my books.

I heard running coming towards me and looked up only to have a person crash into me. Dropping all of my books, I fell backwards onto the cold, white tilled floor.

Oh shit. Oh no. Damn my head hurts. It's like my brain is pounding inside my skull. Oh my gosh make it stop. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow-

"Hey? Are you okay?"

"Ow," is all that I can manage to squeak out.

"Oh my! Uh, we should probably go to the nurse," A girl said as she help me get to my feet. My brain just did a summer sult. I wasn't really paying any attention to what felt like a billion people staring at me and this chick that decided to play "Let's break school rules and run up and down hallways like retards to crash into new girls on the first day of school!" Nope. Not paying any attention at all. I kept staring at the floor. It was better than facing the truth that I was probably bleeding from the crash. Damn this girl had a hard ass head.

I hate it when I get like this. I start to cuss and make irrational comments and be just an overall bitch on her period when I get hurt. I have no idea why. I guess I'm hot-headed.

After walking the Great Wall of China, the girl sat me down onto a black chair. I laid my head down onto my lap for mostly three reasons:
•My head feels 100 pounds heavier
•I'm bleeding now for sure
•I'm crying

And on the first day of school, no one needs to see anyone cry. Automatic label, "drama queen".

I slowly started to drift alseep.

"Yes she's fine. Bruises may appear on her head and the nose bleed will fade away as long as she keeps it plugged with a tissue. Other than that, apply ice for 15 minute rotation and she should be good to go."

"So is she okay to go back to class?"

"Yes. She might want to take it easy today, though, waking up out of a concussion can be rough, but if she wants to, she may head on back to class."

"Alright. Thank you so much."

I peeled my eyes open and saw that I had blood all over my jeans. Great. Ruin my outfit already. I slowly sat up. My head was spinning faster than a tornado.

"Hey. Are you alright? Do you feel okay? Do you want to go back to class?" My mom overloaded me with questions I didn't even know the answer to.

"Uh, can I get some new pants?" My throat felt like I had been breathing in sand and it had absorbed all of the dampness in my throat leaving behind a dry desert.

"Oh sure!" The nurse beamed and ran off behind her counter.

"So do you think you can stay? I'm really sorry honey I need to get back to work so either you stay or come with me and I can drop you off at the house?"

"Um..." I was in mid thought. Should I stay and be left here as the girl who got knocked down and had to go to the nurse for an ice pack? Or should I run away from all of this and wait for the rumors to start back up again tomorrow? Either way, I have to face my fear. Better be sooner than later.

"I'll stay."