Surviving Highschool

Chapter One

Hey everyone!

Okay first I think it's fair I give a brief introduction of myself. I am from Lebanon but I lived most of my childhood in New York which is why I love writing in English more than Arabic. I am 15 and this is my first book and I hope you like it all!

Let me just warn you that the first few chapters may not be that good because I need a little time to get the hang of it and improve my writing.

These are NOT EDITED so bear with me and yeah its okay if you point them out in the comment.

Here ya go!

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Ughh God I loathe my alarm clock so frickin much! I groaned and rubbed my eyes, the fact that I started high school today was not making it a good enough reason to rise and shine. Why couldn't I just sleep a bit more? I closed my eyes letting the sweet sensation of sleep take over me. As I dozed off again -

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I swear I wanna grab a hammer and smash- hold up, that's not my ringtone. Usually I'd wake up to a series of short irritating beeps, not..

I sighed. Should have known.

"Wake up already you sleepy sloth! I swear sometimes you sleep more than my grandma, Kate. And that says alot considering she literally stays awake for 7 hours out of 24. And that sucks cause now she doesn't make her famous apple pies as much and they taste like absolute heav-"

"Speaking of pies, Sam would you be kind enough to shut your pie hole! Gosh what did you have for breakfast, a radio?" I shouted while I covered my ears with my sweet, yet unfortunately, not sound proof pillow.

I looked at the time to see it was 5 am. No wonder my alarm didn't go off yet. I groaned yet again, cursing the world for installing human alarm clocks.

"May I ask you why you woke me up at 5 thirty when my school- our school-starts at 8?" I nearly shrieked.

She smiled apologetically and answered in a small voice, "You can say I'm just ... excited? Worried? Nervous?"

I sighed and shook my head. "Seriously Sam I don't see why you're so hectic about it, it's just the first day of school", I said walking towards the bathroom.

"High school, Kate, high school! First day of the first year of high school. And this is big. I don't know about you, but I'm gonna make sure I don't end up as one of the school's nerds or losers. I'm even thinking about becoming popular and sitting at the cool kid's table." She smiled dreamily.

"And how exactly are you gonna do that?" I said after getting out of the bathroom and walking into my closet. "Are you gonna pretend your brain is made out of air and dance with pom-poms in a skimpy outfit that shows way too much skin?" I said while snickering.

She didn't reply and when I looked at her she was playing with her ring and avoided eye contact.

"Oh. My. God. That's exactly what you were planning on doing! You wanted to be a cheerleader?!" I said with my mouth wide open. She nodded and I sighed yet again, exhaling a bit longer than normal. "Well you do have the looks for one", I admitted. "And if it's what you want, then sure: but don't you dare drag me with you to try outs or practices." I warned, my eyes narrowed.

She grinned, hopping in her place with her hands above her head. "I promise you, I won't."

Sam is a petite girl of average height, blessed with long blonde hair that looks great in any hairstyle she does. She has ocean eyes, and freckles splattered on her nose. Not to be a stereotype, but you could all guess that she was in fact cheerleader material. She's been my best friend for as long as I can remember. We first became friends in kindergarten when she introduced herself and I offered her a piece of my candy. However, she didn't want just a piece; she wanted the whole bag, so we fought over it. Weird, but that's how our friendship started.

I've always secretly envied her for looking so much like my mom Charlotte, despite me being the one actually related to her. I, on the other hand, am a female version of my father- brown chocolate eyes, long and brown hair and the same bone structures. The only things I inherited from my mom were my height-as in really tall-and my white, almost pale skin; the freckles not included in the equation. Along side that, I get my short memory span and weak immune system from her; unfortunately.

The rest of our morning was spent trying to pick out my outfit for our first day. Extremely tough situation by the way, I mean Sam has the taste of Barbie herself while I'm a girl who hates pink.

"No Kate, you're not wearing that shirt! It's older than Mr.Wallem's house!"

"But it's comfortable!" I whined.

"No offense Kate, but only losers-blind ones- would wear that." She scrunched up her nose in disgust.

"Then what should I wear, oh wise one?" I folded my arms across my chest. Why couldn't I wear my jumpsuit?

She smirked. I hate it when she smirks. It never ends good.

"This." She gestured to the very bright hot pink tank top and the tight short black leather skirt with matching stilettos.

"Oh hell to the no! Where'd you even find that shirt? I thought I buried it."

"Well your lucky you didn't because this is what you are gonna wear no ifs or buts about it."

I glared. "My clothes, my body- I guess I do have a say in it."

She glared back. "Do you want to replay what happened last time?"

I turned pale and stared at her with my eyes wide as saucers. "N-no." I gulped. The last time I said no to Sam's wardrobe advice, she dyed all my clothes pink and splashed them with glitter. Thank god she wasn't mean enough to make the dye permanent.

She smiled triumphantly. "Thought so."

"Ugh, what can I do to change your mind? Please, I'm begging you, I'll do anything. " I pleaded. The only way out of this was to beg. She'd normally give in to my puppy face and I only could pray it would work this time.

She thought about it for a couple of seconds. "Fine. You make me chocolate chip pancakes-"

"Deal! Please no killer skirts." I begged.

"-and I'll let you off with a simple floral dress." She smiled wickedly and that glint in her eyes dared me to say otherwise.

She sure knows how to wipe off my smile. I'm not a fan of dresses and the reason is that every single time I wear a dress, there's suddenly wind that causes the end of my dress to rise and reveal the colors of my underwear. I just hope today is an exception since I know there's no way changing Sam's mind.

I went downstairs after changing to get started with breakfast and while I passed my mom's room, I heard her muffled cries. I tried ignoring them as much as I could. She would often do that every once in a while and sob by herself in her room. Its been that way since my dad left us.

He left us right after I was born since apparently he didn't want anything to do with me. So my mom was left to raise me by herself and that was extremely hard for her to do. She went through a lot and me and her weren't always on good terms. Since I look like my dad alot, I'm literally a walking reminder of my dad's departure. And whether I liked it or not, I'm the main reason he left. My mom never said I was but... actions speak louder than words.

After listening to Sam's constant complements about how good my pancakes tasted, and me shouting a goodbye to my mother, we finally drove off to school.

We spent the whole drive changing the radio stations. Me wanting to listen to Fall Out Boy, while Sam wanted Taylor Swift.

"We are here." I announced as we approached it.

Oh, God.

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Kate on the side :) hope you all enjoyed the first chapter! Like I said -first book so it might not be that great.
This is just the beginning to Kate's journey. Who will she meet? Will she fit in?

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