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3. FML.!

Not Like The Others 

Chapter 3

I felt the bus take an urgent stop. I looked at where we were and noticed that we arrived at the high school. Fontana High, where I will be spending my last horrible teenage years.

"Brynn, Brynn! Is somebody in there?" I heard Liam say, while waving a hand in my face. I just got up and exited the bus, thanking him for pulling me out of my day dream. But to my dismay, he followed me until I was out of the bus and on the sidewalk.

"Um," I said while looking at his smiling face with concern. "What are you doing?"

"I thought I'd walk you into the office," he replied, obviously pleased with himself.

Oh, God. Oh, God. "You really don't have to-"

"I insist."

Of course he did. He also insisted on grabbing me by the hand when we crossed the street and his grip didn't loosen as we approached the school. I started to get a sinking feeling in my stomach as we got closer and closer to the entrance.

I could feel the stares as soon as we reached the school entrance. This is what I was afraid of.

"We'll go to the principals office and get your schedule," he explained as if I was a five year old on her first day of kindergarten. I hung my head low and prayed that someone would notice that he's practically dragging me to my doom. Wait. Maybe I was only dreaming. I'd probably wake up any second now, cozy in my bed, realizing that this is was all just one big, long, horrible nightmare.

But of course with me and my incredible luck, I was really here. This nightmare I was in, was my reality.

We stepped through the doors and into the sea of lipglossed Barbies and Tom Brady wanna-be's. I never thought a school would be filled with more fake people than my last. I was evidently wrong. I was so sure that every high school has some diversity.

While we walked to the office, I felt as though I was living in an American Eagle commercial. Everyone was dressed in the latest fashion. They all wore very expensive name brand clothes such as Hollister, Abromcombie and Fitch, Or stuff like Guess.

While Liam was still dragging me down the hall, I looking desperately for kids that preferred Hot Topic over H&M. Yeah sure hot topic was name brand, but its not as girly and expensive as the other stores.

Where were the nerds? Where were the goth kids? How about the skaters? The drama kids? The wannabe gangsters? It seems as though every school since my dad left has never been normal. Every damn school I go to has been filled with these plastic people.

I just know that this school is going to cause me hell.

Anger just started to burn inside of my whole body. Stupid dad for leaving us for his damn assistant. If he wouldn't have left, I wouldn't of had to go to all the horrible experiences I've had since we left Florida.

Pulling me out of my thoughts once again, Liam said, "Brynn come on you don't want to be late. We're almost at the office now."

"Hey why are we in such a rush?"

"We'll you don't seem like the kind who would like the so called "in-crowd", so I'm trying to get you to the-" replied Liam, right as I tripped over my own two feet.

It was as if the place was moving in slow motion. The sea of kids parted, almost dicing out of the way. I looked down at the newly formed path and saw what Liam was talking about.

Four kids- two boys and two girls- walked down the hallway as if they owned them. Heads held high, shoulders back and self satisfied smirks written on their faces.

"Who are they?" I wondered aloud, but in my head all I was thinking was FML.

Picuture of her to the right!!