Mental Homicide m.c. [A.U.]

Chapter 2

Dixie

I really need a bed. This couch is seriously getting on my nerves. Oh hey. Guess what......I start school today! *note sarcasm*

At least the I will get a lunch that isn't Ramen noodles. I start my routine that will soon be how I start the morning 5 days a week. I skipped breakfast since I slept in a few minutes more than I should have. I brush my teeth and comb through the knot I call my hair. I gather it into a loose ponytail and pick out my clothes, black skinny jeans, a Good Charlotte shirt, and plain black beat up converses.

I pick up my back pack and glasses before I walk out of my, very, dull apartment and start my journey to the school. It only took me 15 minutes to get to the school. There are no words can describe how much I don't want to be here.

I walk through the double doors of the school and try to find the office. As I walk down the hall I could just see how snobby and stuck up some of these kids are. I have been shoved twice and spat on once. Just by walking down the hall. I already hate it here.

Fortunately just as I look up there is a sign that says "Office" hanging above a door. I walk in to find a woman in her late 30s sitting behind the desk on her computer.

I approach the woman and she looks up at me. "Can I help you?"

"Uh. Yes actually. My name is Dixie Owen. I'm new,"I said nervously. I have never been good at talking to people. It is like one of my worst qualities. "Ah, yes. I have your schedule right here. Your first class is Biology which is on the second floor room 204,"she said handing me my schedule with a smile.

"Thank you. Have a nice day,"I said taking the schedule and leaving out the door. "You to sweetie,"I heard her say as I closed the office door.

I make my way to my first class keeping my eyes open for the room 204. Once I found it I walked up to it and knocked then opened the door. "Uh. Can I help you?"the teacher asked me from his spot in front of the classroom.

"I'm new,"I say awkwardly. I haven't looked at my new classmates, because I know that once I do I will feel trapped and judged.

"Oh ok. You must be Dixie. I'm Mr. Sanders. You can take a seat next to Calum. Calum, raise your hand,"Mr. Sanders said. I looked to the my classmates, avoiding their faces. Once I see a tan and muscular arm raised in the air I lower my head and walk over to the seat next to the boy named Calum.

I keep my head down all through class only looking up every once and awhile to copy notes off the board. Thankfully Calum didn't try to communicate with me so I didn't have to worry about that. When class is over I gather my things and and make my way to the door.

"Hey wait! Dixie wait,"I heard from behind me. I turned around to find Calum rushing over to me. "Hi,"He breathed once he got over to me.

"H-Hi,"I say looking down at the floor, Why is he talking to me? Did I forget something at our table?

"So I was wondering if you needed someone to show you around school,"he said scratching the back of his neck. Now that I think about it, that would be nice considering that I don't know where I am going.

"Yeah that would be great. T-Thank you,"I say to him. We start walking down the hall.

"Here let me see your schedule,"he said walking beside me. I handed him my schedule and he scanned his eyes over the paper.

"Okay so you have English, then History, then lunch, then Math,then gym and that is it. We have English and gym, and biology of course,"he smiled at me handing me my schedule. "And our lockers are right beside each other,"he added.

"Okay. Sounds good. Can you show me my locker?"I asked him. "Sure,"he smiled again.

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School was better than I thought it would be. Calum was extremely nice. I think he and I will be good friends.

As I was walking up the stairs of my apartment building I felt like someone was watching me. I turned around to see a tall, black/red haired guy a few steps behind me. I sped up my pace as I heard the guy scoff behind me. I stopped but I was soon passed by the rude boy who shoved me with his shoulder.

"What is your problem,"I asked him but soon regretted it when he turned around and gave me the coldest stare I have ever gotten. And I have had my fair share with stares.

"To many to list,"he said and walked into the apartment adjacent to mine.

Wow. He was rude. But I blew it off and pulled out my keys to unlock my door.

I walked in and sat my bag beside the door. I ran to the couch and plopped down rather for a nap.

As I drifted off I heard "21 Guns" blasting from the apartment that the rude boy entered. It is my absolute favorite song. And it just helped me get to sleep faster because that song was like.....I don't know how to explain it.

It is like the only thing I can call home because I have loved that song for asking as I can remember.

I closed my eyes as the song played from next door, and fell asleep with a small smile planted on my lips.