Saving Me

Chapter One: The New Kids

Sitting in my first period math class, listening to the announcement about the five new students we got. They were some famous boys that all the girls adored. Personally I had no clue who they were and I had no interest in finding it out either.

So, in reality, I was more daydreaming about the family I never had. I imagined having a mom and dad that cared for me and took care of me, helped me get well when I was sick, and wanted to be around me. Instead, I got stuck with an alcoholic mother and abusive father; they constantly fight, and when I say fight I mean my father would hit my mother and she would try to retaliate, but it usually resulted in her walking out. My parents hate me, think I'm a mistake for ever coming into their lives. I mean if they didn't hate me I wouldn't have bruises on my arms and thighs, right? I wouldn't have lost my virginity at fourteen because my father needed to "pleasure himself" right? Whatever, in a year I can finally be free of them.

So as class got halfway over, the five new kids walk in. Instantly the girls go insane and the boys turn hostile. The boys are staring with such obvious resentment at the new kids as the girls swoon over the popularity and charm they have. I stayed in my seat and continued back to staring out the window. I think I was the only girl who could care less about them, but I decided to take a quick look.

There is a boy with a head of curls and striking green eyes. He's average height for a male and his skin is a bit tanned. He wore a white t-shirt under a navy blue jacket that buttoned in the middle of his stomach. His converse were black and they almost matched his dark jeans, except for the fact that the jeans were blue. He was muscular but so were the other new kids. It's his personality that threw me off. He seemed innocent but by the way he was interacting with the girls, well, let's just say I made a mental note not to let him near me.

Another boy has black hair pushed and spiked slightly up on the top of his head. He wore dark, denim, skinny jeans and just a plaid button-up, his converse matching the dark blue of the denim. His light, caramel colored eyes were scanning the crowd of girls around him. His skin was definitely tan but it was natural. He was one of those shy, cocky boys. They way he talked to the girls showed the shyness but the look in his eyes says he knows exactly what he's capable of.

Standing to the left of him was another boy with brown hair but his was more flat under the faded purple beanie he wore. His outfit was a little more outgoing than the others; he wore a purple-striped white t-shirt and his light jeans were slightly rolled up at the ankles. He, too, had converse to match except his matched the faded purple beanie. He was tanned and toned and that made his eyes more distinct than the boys I'd already observed. They were a shockingly electric blue, quite stunning actually.

There was another boy standing kind of off to the side from the rest of the group. He has a buzz cut, basically, but you could tell his hair was a brownish color as well. His body was lean but muscular. He wore just a plain, grey t-shirt and regular denim skinny jeans. He also wore converse but they were grey. He was very shy when he talked to the girls but after a couple minutes you could tell he got comfortable talking with them. When that happened he made all the girls swoon and laugh; I wanted to barf.

Damn, what is it with this group of boys an their converse? I mean, I love converse, but it's like a freaking converse convention in here!

Anyway, there was one boy left for me to observe. He has sandy blonde hair and he was a few inches taller than me. He was really white but you could tell he was starting to get tan. His back was turned so I could only tell that he had a black t-shirt on that practically hugged his body. His dark skinny jeans were messily tucked inside his, wait for it, black converse! Go fucking figure... I couldn't see his face though. I wanted to know what his eyes looked like, whether they were strikingly different like the four other boys' or dullish.

I got bored waiting for him to turn around so I finished the worksheet we had gotten and plugged in my headphones. Mrs. Ellen didn't care what we did once our work was done, so I blasted my music in my ears. Letting it drown out every voice in the room, letting it drown my thoughts, consuming my mind with the soothing beat I'd come to love, filling my ears with lyrics that reflected my current situation. The song that is playing is "Breath of Life" by Florence + the Machine; I absolutely love this song. I closed my eyes and rested my hollow head on my aching hand.

I got through a couple songs on my iPod before I felt someone tap my shoulder. I open my eyes to see Mrs. Ellen standing beside me

"Yes, Mrs. Ellen," I said.

"Why don't you introduce yourself to our lovely new students?" she said.

"Why should I? It's not like they care who I am and they don't need to know me," I retorted. The whole class fell silent and you could hear some hushed "oohs" coming from the back. Mrs. Ellen looked down at me with a fiery gaze.

"Hallway, now" she said sternly. I got up out of my seat and made my way to the door. I grasped my sleeves and held on tight. I walked directly through the middle of the new kids causing them to separate on each side.

"My name's Elodie," I said flatly as pushed the door open with all my might; it slammed into the wall and the glass window cracked a bit. I heard slight mumbles from the kids in class as the door shut. Did I mention I have slight anger problems? Well, I do. Then I began walking towards the school's exit.

I was about to push open the one door that gave me my freedom when a voice stopped me.

"You really willing to get in trouble for this, Odie?" Only one person calls me Odie, Seth. I whipped around to see his sleek, black hair covering one of his pale blue eyes. A slight smile danced on his lips. The sunlight faintly shining off his lip ring.

"I'm willing to get in trouble if it's for escaping this hell hole. Why? You wanna come?" I asked playfully. Seth and I had become best friends freshman year; he was the only one who ever, actually understood me. He knew why I did things to myself that no teenage girl should ever think of doing. I mean, yeah, he's tried to get me to stop but he knows that with each waking day I torment myself. He's seen my scars but he doesn't judge, and he's the only person who knows. Sure people assume that I'm "emo" or "depressed" but he's knows that I'm happy being this way, for now.