Constellations.

o.n.e.

Diana's POV
Everyone was so scary. This place was horrible. I hate it. Everything's so sunny. California sucks. No rain. I can't do that. New school. New people. New house. New everything.
As I walked into the office of the school building, a lady in her mid-40s, spoke up.
"Hello, sweetie, what's your name?" She asked.
"Uh,uh, my name is, D-Diana How-Howell." I said nervously.
"Hi, Diana, my name's Sharon. Here's your time-table." She hands me a paper that looks a little like this:
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Diana Eleanor Howell.
Age-17
Locker Number-305
Locker Combination- 34-32-12
Mr.Peterson- Social Studies- 1st period-117
Mrs. McAdams- Algebra 1- 2nd period -234
Coach Derricks- P.E.- 3rd period -Gym
Lunch-Cafeteria
Ms. Anderson-Homeroom-142
Ms. Liliger- Art- 5th period-324
Mr.Sandifer-Science- 6th period-222
Mrs. Armstrong-Eng/ Language Arts-7th period-131
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After a few questions and a quick 'thank you and goodbye' I was off to my new locker. After a few minutes, I found locker 305. I entered my combination, and stuffed my bags into the metal box. Soon, I made my way to Room 117. I knocked on the door, and a red head opened the door. She was dressed to impress, obviously. Her neon yellow tube top was so bright and short, it should be fucking illegal. Her black mini skirt was showing WAY too much ass, and her high heels didn't help the situation. Her face was caked in make up and her attitude wasn't much better than her fashion sense.
"Who the hell are you?" She sneered. As soon as she saw me, she looked me up and down, which made me uncomfortable.
"Nice to meet you too." I say, mustering up courage. She shoots me a glare, and says to the teacher, Mr. Peterson,
"We have a new student."
"Ok, Nicole, let her in." A deep voice speaks. It just, kinda, sorta, reminds me of a pedo. Nicole , as I now know her, steps to the side, letting me in. Soon she takes her seat.
"Diana, is it?" Mr. Peterson says. I shutter hearing his voice.
"Uh, uh, yeah, ye,yes sir." I stutter.
"Would you like to introduce yourself to the class?" He asks. I know it's a rhetorical question, but I answer anyway.
"I'd prefer, not, not, to, sir." I speak. He nods at me then opens his mouth to speak again.
"You may take a seat next to Lizzie. Lizzie, raise your hand." A girl with pastel pink hair and icy blue eyes raises her hand. She smiled at me then patted the empty seat next to her. I walk up it, and sit. Class continues, as if nothing happened, but I did get the occasional stares.
"Hi!" The girl I know as 'Lizzie' says.
"Hi!" I smile.
"I thought you were shy. You shy, because you stuttered a lot." She remarks.
"Whenever I'm in front of a group of people." I explain.
"Oh, cool."
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POPSICLES!!!!!
THIS ISN'T A HEMMINGS FAN FIC!!!!!
IT'S A JOHNNIE GUILBERT FAN FIC
DON'T HATE ME
I LOVE YOU.
forever yours,
Am.