The Calling [On Hold]

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Being in a new town, new house - new school can be very overwhelming. Especially when you have only one relative to support you.

The real thing is I'm terrified of judgment. I'm not the best looking girl out there. I don't have a rich, successful parent who buys me whatever I want on comand. I don't have long blonde, curly hair and big blue eyes to whoo over any heart I want.

I have a brain, and I rather think with that than to be pegged as the girl who, "only thinks with her vagina." Because not only is that demeaning but it's pretty sick.

"Ells, ready?" My dad asked me, he nodded in my direction as I was too busy staring out the window thinking to even realise we were at school.

"Uh, yeah.. Thanks for the ride." I nodded reluctantly, he smiled and unlocked the door for me.

I hesitated as I unbuckled my seatbelt and drug myself out the low sitting, 2009 silver Chevy Malibu.

Looking up at the huge building I will now being calling "home" for a year or two, known as my new high school - in front of me as I made a mental flash decision to just stay home.

"Hurry up, I'm going to be late for work." Dad snapped, I rolled my eyes closing the passengers door."Calm your balls Steve." I retorted and turned to look at him, he gave me a depressing look and sighed.

"Look I know it's hard and all, being your mother is gone and everything is changing so much. But you have to believe I'm trying my best here Ellie." he says showing honesty and pity in his eyes. "I miss her too." he added, his left hand gripped the stirring wheel and he averted his eyes as I did mine.

"Yeah," was all I could get out before slamming the door behind me and walking my way aimlessly into school. Though without even looking back, I knew he watched me walk and then he drove off.

Steven isn't my real dad, he married my mother seven years ago. She passed away just two years after. I can't help to think it was his fault. Somehow but there's no way to prove so. I wouldn't dare tell anyone, it'll get right back to him no doubt and I'd lose his respect. His trust. I could at least deal with hin for another year or so right?

I sucked in unnecessary air and shuffled further into the building. Kids running, yelling, joking around. It looked like a cliché high school you'd see in a movie. The school's Mascot plastered on almost ever locker and stairway wall. The jocks and cheerleaders all traveled together like a pack of wolves. You have your classic "Mmm, I smell fresh meat" crowd in the back corner near the gym staring dead at me - with no care in the world, a group with one of every person that belongs to a clique. But of course I keep my eyes forward and search for my locker 118.

First period was Math, specifically Algebra. Now the thing is I've taken Algebra already last year, but they say some bs about "losing my transcript and it'll be just until they find them." lost it where? I live literally the next town over.

Don't get me wrong, I personally love math. It gives me a healthy challenge. But who wants to be challenged, at seven in the morning? Most traditional schools are perfectionists as much as this but really the only other option was gym. What am I doing at seven am, sweating my ass off before I even had a chance to wake up fully. No thanks.

And then there's homeck, which should be an activity after lunch where your brain is stimulated after the sugar and fats and have you fully functioning. Because like I said. If you haven't waken up fully, or at least had your daily dose of breakfast caffeine, that hammer would go right through you.