Disappear

one

Kids always dread and worry about their first day of high school. I was the kid that faked sick so she wouldn't have to go.

I was the kid that didn't just worry about the first day, but spent her entire summer locked in her room going over how the first day would play out.

Kids were mean.

I was a freak.

So high school was going to be hell.

Being 17 now meant that I got through the first day, but now the summer before my senior year my mother remarried and got a job 3000 miles from my hometown.

That meant we were moving and I had to face another first day.

The only difference is now I'm 17 and more awkward. Now girls were meaner and sluttier. Now I was no longer a little girl going into her first day of high school.

I was a 17 year old freak moving across the country to a new school.

What could possibly go wrong?

authors note: this is short and it sucks, but I wanted to get the first chapter up. Soooo...here you go.

-Lauren