*1 year later*
"Christie, come downstairs it's time to get ready for your first day of high school!" My grandma yells from the kitchen.
"Ugg!" I slowly get out of bed. Leaving the warmth of the covers for the coolness of the air.
I slide my feet over to the closet and pull out my Beatles shirt and my jeans. After I'm dressed, I go into the bathroom and put my hair up in the usual side-ish ponytail with a large cloth headband.
I do my daily routine to get ready.
Unlike most girls, I don't wear makeup. One reason being that I think a person doesn't have to wear ten pounds of makeup just to be beautiful. And because I'm just to lazy.
"Christie, come on its almost ti-" "Coming!" I cut her off while walking into the kitchen. "Hey I set out a price of toast for you. It's on the table if you want it." I walk over to the table and pick it up.
"Thanks, grandma, I'll see you later." I take a chuck out of the slice of toast of bread as I grab my jacket and walk out the front door and head to school.
I hate school. It's the worst place for me because I don't fit in. I have a hard time making friends and I haven't made any so far, even though I've been here for a year. I had a few friends back in Indiana, but I had to leave them behind.
A tear slowly fell from my cheek, but I quickly wiped it away.
I was harshly bullied at school and they stood up for me when I got made fun of and hit. They were my best friends. I still have the bruises and scares from where I was hit.
I have a dark past and it's hard to think about. I was hurt much worse than you can imagine and in so many different ways.
I just hope this year it isn't the same.
Last year when I was here, there was a girl named Lily and she would do what they did to me back at my old school. She was the reason why I had no friends.
In the last few weeks of school she was expelled for having drugs in her locker and hopefully can't go to this school. I finally reach the school and I walk through the doors.
I go to my locker keeping my head down. I turn the lock until I hear the click and I open my locker. I put in my shelves and my mirror. I take out my books for chemistry class and shut my locker.
"Hello, Christie." Says someone behind me. I could recognize that voice from anywhere. I mean, how cold I forget it.
This person changed my life.
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A/N- Who do you think it is??? Is it one of her old friends? Is it Lily? Is it keaton?Or is it someone else I haven't introduced yet? Leave a comment of who u think it is.
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