Misunderstood

Another year- another story

Haven't we all had that first day of school disaster? I have. It all started when I woke up late. I slept through five alarms with Peirce the Veil playing until my brother (a five year old who picks his nose and wipes it on his hands and sleeves) jumped on me and starts rolling on top of me wiping his bogies on my bed sheet. " Ughh, Charlie get your self of me before I tell the bogey man to come and kill you in your sleep!" I yell in his face while sitting up then leaning on my bed frame. " No he's not, mummy said the bogey man only tries to kill girls" He says slurring the s. " Fine then. Before I kill you" I threaten. Immediantly he runs out of the room crying and yelling " Mummy, Zoe said she's going to kill me" I yell back " I didn't" while getting out of bed and shutting my door, faintly hearing my mum shouting Zoe.

I look at my clock reading that its 7:30. Shit! I gotta leave here at 8. I run into my bathroom quickly tying back my dark blue hair. I can't get it wet because last night I dyed some parts of it jet black. It took forever because my hair is so long. I turn the shower on a wait a few minutes for it to heat up. After about 5 minutes I turn the shower off then wrap a towel around me. It only took me about 15 minutes to brush my teeth, get dressed and do my hair and makeup. I put on a pair of black skinny jeans, a white laced tank top and a pair of black combat boots. My makeup is very simple, black eyeliner and mascara. I leave my hair down but I quickly straighten it. Yes. You may think I'm emo or goth or whatever. But I'm not. I'm misunderstood.

Before I leave I grab my leather jacket, my bag and an apple.

School isn't far from where I live, only 10 minutes away, 7 if I cut through an ally way. I catch a glimps of my school. Redwell High. Land of torture. Only joking ( I'm NOT) This school is full of rumours, and I'm not one for believing them but... In the freshmen girls toilets, rumour is a mass murderer killed a girl in the third toilet. Students say that her ghost still lays their waiting for he murderer to come again.
I went to the office to collect my schedule, they fired the old secretary got fired because she got caught having sex with the janitor last year. First period : maths : joy.
As I walked to class I kept getting stares from everyone. Yes, I dye my hair a different colour each year but this one isn't the worst. I've gone hot pink, dark green and dark purple with light purple on the tips. I like blue, I'm gonna stick with it. I walked into class ignoring the stares from everybody and even the teacher. Mrs Bleek. Straight black hair, combed into a bob. Dark purple pan suit and leather flats with a bow. "Miss White, please don't be late for your lessons " she says with a crusty tone. " I'm only a minute late" I reject. She stares me down and points to a table at the back. I look to where she's pointing. Why? Why me? Fuck! Zach Eaton. Dark brown hair pushed to the right, blue eyes and tanned skin. The " Hotty " of the school. Apparently but I think Damian Waters is. (He's apparently A " emo " as Well.
I hate this class, not just the students but how it's laid out. Me and Zach are sitting at the far left corner. The school slut, Bella, and her right hand bitch, Lola. Bellas tall and thin, wavy blonde hair and heavily made up with black mascara and pink lipgloss. Lola's just a little shorter than her, but still as slim, long straight ginger hair and her face slightly made up with a car eye and red lipstick. They're both wearing similar clothes, light blue skinny jeans and a low cut shirt, one pink and one orange. Complete with white converse. Too colourful for my taste.
I sit down next to the douche, avoiding eye contact. The lesson was average. Algebra III. Bellas constant flirting towards Zach. Good luck to her. She can have that douche! But, I gotta admit, he is good looking in some ways.
When the bell rang I grabbed my jacket and bag then made it to the door, but a warm hand grabbed my wrist. " wtf" I say under my breath. I look around to see Zach. " Zoe right? " I nod slowly. " you seem cool, wanna come to a party tonight? " this is strange. I've never been to a party. " I'm not sure" I saw slowly. " oh come on, what's your number, I'll text ya the details" Zach takes a pen from his pocket and writes his number on my wrist. " would I need to bring anything" " nah, they'll be plenty on alcohol" he says before walking off. He turns around and give me a smile.
What just happened? Maths may just be my favourite lesson ever!