The Secrets Of Journey Reynolds

Chapter 3: What a Horrible First Day

A week had passed since I had that wonderful morning with Terrance and it was time to see him again, hopefully.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, no smell of breakfast. My grandmother refused to wake up at 5:30 in the morning, but I had things to do before school.

I rose from my bed and silenced my alarm that I cleverly placed across the room, forcing me to get up. Once the alarm was off, I took off my pajamas and got in the shower. After my shower, I blow-dried my hair, causing it to be perfectly wavy. I also trimmed the shaved side as I always did. Then, I put on my black eyeliner and dark red lipstick. I walked out of my bathroom, still in my towel, and started to plan out my outfit.

I went through my closet and found my black leather jacket, my favorite shirt that read: "normal people scare me," and my black, super skinny jeans. I pulled on my shirt and leather jacket then struggled into my skinny jeans. Then I grabbed some socks and slid them on along with my Doc. Martins.

Once finished it was 6:12. I had enough time to eat. So I decided to grab some cereal and an ice coffee from the fridge.

I finished my cereal and coffee by 7:00. I'm a slow eater on purpose.

School started at 8:00 and was fifteen minutes away. I got all my things together and did some final touchups to my hair and makeup, then left the house at 7:15.

I arrived at the school fifteen minutes later and parked in the back with the rest of the early seniors. I sat in my car studying my schedule and classroom numbers, occasionally looking up to observe the people. Lots of jocks and preppy kids, great.

I decided to get out of my car ten minutes before the first bell to find my locker and classroom. So I gathered my things and hopped out. I glanced at my paper one more time to see what locker I was and began walking to the front door.

I was stopped by two blondes and a brunette in high heels and short skirts. Like puppets on strings they flipped their hair in unison. They all put one hand on their hip and one of the blondes spoke, "I'm guessing you're the new girl?" Her tone was nice but her face screamed with bitterness. I said nothing in reply, causing a smile to appear on her face. "So bitch," her tone was bitter like her face, "you get to carry my books this week."

She dropped her books in front of me, expecting me to carry them I suppose. Her face looked confused yet angry. I crossed my arms across my chest with my book bag slung over my shoulder. "What the hell!" She yelled, "carry them you jack ass!" And with that she slapped me.

With my head to the side near my shoulder, I smirked. "Did you really just do that?" I asked not looking at her. I heard a chuckle.

"Yeah I did, what're you gonna do about it, bitch?"

My smirk grew once she said that and I swung my fist straight to her nose. When I pulled my fist away I heard gasps from the other girls and a scream from her as she bent over covering her nose. "You bitch!" She said after a few seconds, still covering her nose as she straightened up.

I couldn't help but laugh under my breath at the sight of her bloody hands. The other girls looked around then put their arms around her as they walked towards the door.

"Hey bitch," I yelled to her picking up her books, "carry your own fucking books!" With that I threw one of her books at them hitting her mid-back. I heard a slight yelp and I laughed a bit more.

After a few seconds I walked into the building and found my locker. I put the books I didn't need into the locker and checked my schedule to find my first class.

On my way to my first class I saw the familiar face of Terrance Collins. He was at his locker. I had to pass him to get to my class.

I straightened up and started walking, once he saw me he smiled and closed his locker.