Intense Trouble

Chapter 1

"Beep"

"Beep"

"Beep"

I groan.

"Beep"

"Be—"

I quickly shot up and reached for my phone.

"Noooo." I lowly grumble.

Knowing it was my first day was pressure enough but the alarm making it more real had me wanting to cry.

I glance at the time, 6:30am.

I stretch, hearing a few bones adjust and get up, deciding to shower.

Heading to my closet, I took out a large gray hoodie and black sweatpants, pairing it with black slip ons.

Feeling satisfied with my fit, I showered and dressed, making my way to the kitchen to greet Aunt Marelle.

"Good morning." She greets as I step into the kitchen with my bag over my shoulder.

"Morning." I say giving her a small smile.

She hands me a banana and water bottle, somehow knowing I don't eat much, just enough to get me through the day.

I nod at her gesture and bring her in for a hug.

I am truly grateful for Aunt Marelle, right now, she's all I got.

"Thank you." I whisper to her, and she tightens the hug.

After a moment, she releases me and I step back.

"Now, first day, chin up." She firmly says, giving me a wink and walking away.

"Thanks, Aunt Marelle." I respond and head for the door.

The school isn't far, at least a 20 minute walk.

Glancing at the time, 7:21, I start walking, remembering the school starts in about 25 minutes.

Late means attention will probably be on the new girl and that is something I rather not experience on my first day.

I plugged my music in and got to school in no time.

The large three story high school came into view and I was shocked once again by its size for a place with less than 1,000 students but remembering the meeting Aunt Marelle and I had before with the principal. This school is big on science and art. So pretty much everything is dedicated to that subject. I am not sure how I even got in. 

No doubt Aunt Marelle worked her hot girl magic on the single old guy in the admissions office.

As I made my way to the main office, students were arriving left and right and I spotted a few giving me side glances.

Not today.

I swooped into the office and caught the gaze of the secretary.

"Good morning!" She greeted, chirpy.

Choosing not to write her express off as fake, I responded sincerely.

"Hi, Sawyer Lance, I'm here for my schedule and locker." I greet.

Her eyes brighten and she nods, "Of course, I have it all ready for you." She passes me a small and large piece of paper.

"If you need anything, feel free to come back." She says, with a wide smile.

Feeling nothing but good vibes for her, I softly smile, "Thanks."

Walking out of the office and into the coming and going of students, I fell into step to blend in and walked swiftly toward my homeroom.

Taking a look at the paper in my hand, I see it's on the third floor.

So, locating the nearest staircase, I hurriedly ascended each step, reaching the third floor with heaving breaths.

Well, being a girl with curves didn't exactly leave me with a fit agenda, but rather more butt than bones.

Looking down at my outfit, the lack of a uniform code in this school definitely had its perks, that's for certain.

I'm walking slowly, catching my breath, and avoided the gazes of lingering students in the hall.

Taking a quick look at my paper, I notice room 310 to my left and I walk in.

There are a few students seated already, no teacher in sight.

The students were huddled up, conversating about something I chose to ignore.

Spotting an empty seat near the door, I sit down.

Going over my schedule, I saw I have, Art after this, then Math, English, Science, Economics, then Career.

Not too bad, the sooner it's over the better.

A few more minutes passed and more students pile in, then the teacher shows up.

"Morning, class." A mellow voiced woman says as she shuts the door, with a cup of coffee in hand.

A few good mornings rang through the room.

Looking at my desk as if its the most interesting thing to me, I have yet to look up, I just know if I do, she'll call me out.

"Let's take attendance." She encourages, pacing the floor as she speaks.

I wait for her to call my name, just to ensure I say here like a person and not an imbecile.

"Sam Adams..."

"Here" a male voice answers.

"Poppy Alvaro..."

"Here" a chirpy voice replies.

15 students later,

"Sawyer Lance..."

"Here" I respond in a monotone manner.

"Welcome." She says, and I peep just in time to catch her smile.

Nodding to her, she moves on with attendance and to my delight, homeroom is over.