A bell fan fiction

The first day

So today's the day..... The first day of high school.

I'm Bianca. Also know as bee. I'm pretty much known as bee since I like it way better than Bianca.

I take a deep breath and look up as I walk to the big doors that lead into school.

The bus wasn't that bad. I got a seat by myself so I could just relax and listen to music.

Everyone's feet were racing, books being dropped, friends uniting. The front of school was pretty crazy. But I made it through.

Whoa.

The front hallway was huge. Very shiny. The white tile floor looked like it was just polished. The white brick walls, very white. There were neon posters everywhere. Join this! Join that! In the cafeteria we will be serving pizza!

No thank you.

I walk to home room were I am greeted by some friends.

I'm not the most social person ever.. Or popular.. Because I'm me. I don't follow the newest trends, I make my own. I don't hum the current top hit song, I hum my own tune. Or maybe a song from one of the bands I like.

But my friends except who I am, and I love them for that.

So finds out I have some weird teacher in their 30's. But whatever she seems cool.

So she gives us our locks and we start putting things in our locker. We receive our gym uniforms along with our algebra and English language arts text books.

Joy.

"What do you think the algebra teacher will be like?!?" My friend Maddie asks.

"The algebra Teacher?!? Umm what about the gym teacher?!? Do you think he's gonna be old and strict? Or younger and kind of nice?!" Lizzy says in reply to Maddie's question.

I roll my eyes and laugh.

All our lockers are some what near each other now.. Well each one three lockers apart.

We all slam our lockers shut and head of our first class. I head to LA and Maddie and Lizzy walk to science lab.

So I'm the type of person who always brings a pencil to class but their folder or something. I make sure I bring my text book, a binder, a note book, and a pencil pouch.

What you don't know about me so that my grandma isn't doing so well so she's in hospital And that makes my mum have a little depression.
More like bipolar depression. So sometimes coming to school means excepting home from the loneness.

Father walk out on us when I was 7...

After thinking about my mum and grandma in the halls I accidentally bump into some tall guy.

I look away from the ground into his eyes.

Brown. Dark beautiful eyes.

I blush and look away.

Then I laugh and say sorry.

He gives a small smile and a quick nod. He keeps walking the opposite direction. I watch him take a drink from the water fountain.

Then I look away and head to LA.

He was sure a cutie. But a little shy tho.

Everyone is shy on their first day. Maybe I will get to know him better soon.

I walk through the door of LA and take a seat in the second row.