As A Cliché: A Short Story

Katie's Diary: First Day Without Jax.

A/N:(ok so letting you know Jax is reading Katie's diary right now, so it will all be in Katie's POV. I'm not putting it in italics because I know when I read a whole chapter in italics it somehow makes the chapter hard to read and boring. so this is going back in time to the first day of school two years ago when Jax moved away.)

DEDICATED TO Madhatter1_314 thank you for telling me you like the story, it really does help.

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I feel invisible. I never realized how little friends I actually have. I mean now that Jax is gone, I really only have one other friend.

"Hey girl! Did the moving go ok?" I glanced up from my feet to see my crazy blonde friend Lauren spiriting across the schools parking lot.

Meet Lauren a blonde hair dark eyes girl, who stood about one or two inches shorter than me, yet her confidence level was higher than the Empire State Building.

I shrugged and stuck my hands in my pockets.

"It was fine I guess." I mumbled and walked past her.

"Is someone down in the depths of despair?" She asked flipping her hair and pressing the back of her hand to her forehead.

I rolled my eyes and shrugged.

"I'm not in the depths of despair, being in the depths of despair means to turn your back on god." I quoted Anne Of Green Gables while opening my locker quietly.

"What?" Lauren's face scrunched in confusion.

"Nothing." I sighed and placed my bag in my locker.

"What are you wearing Katie?" She looked down at my oversized black sweatshirt that I stole from Jax's closet before he left. Along with my pink skinny jeans and red converse.

"Matching is too cliche."

Lauren raised an eyebrow at me but remained silent.

"Ok? You wanna hang out later? Go to a movie, the mall, the park, the gym.."

"Lauren can't you see I'm sulking?" I interrupted her.

"Sorry gosh." she responded to my slightly over mean tone.

"I was just trying to help." She walked away from my with crossed arms and a sour look on her face.

Well she wasn't helping.

I got my books out and quickly made my way down the hall to math.

I won't tell you what I did in any of my classes because it was so boring I fell asleep in almost every single one. So I actually didn't do anything today.

Shutting my locker door softly I slung my bag over my shoulder and started down the crowded hallways, making my way to detention which I earned in language when I was actually caught napping.

Slipping into the delinquent room, also know as freshman algebra I took a seat in the back corner.

I heard someone stomp into the room, slinging their back pack across the floor, followed by the cheering of one or two friends.

I pulled the hood of Jax's sweatshirt over my head and laid my head down on the desk.

"Ooh, what do we have here." I recognized his voice automaticity. I raised my eyes to see Dylan Hunt hovering in front of my desk.

"Little miss perfect got in trouble, how cliche."

Ugh, I hate that word, it like haunts me.

"Shut up" I told him, earning a chuckle from him and his player friends.