Replace Camie (Greir/Rivera fan fic; sequa to "In Love Again")

Chapter 1

Hazels POV

Deep breath, Hazel. Take a deep breath.

I breath deeply and heavily through my nose, and exhale through the small opening in my
lips. I look out the windshield through my moms car. Wow, this school is probably 4 times bigger then my middle school. I close my eyes and cover my face with both hands. I hear a small chuckle from my mom. My head shot up. "What's so funny!?" I ask, annoyed.

Mom is smiling at me. I can't help but slowly smile back, causing us to laugh. I look back at her and see her getting teary. "Mom, are you... Crying?" I ask. She nods and pulls me in for a hug. "Yes, I am. I am so happy! My first and only child... A high school freshman? How old am I, 30?'" She yells. I smirk. "Nope. 29." I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I open the door. I look back at mom, who is smiling, and she whispered "Have a great time, Hazel." I smile and shut the door. As she drove off, I stood there, staring at the huge school I'm spending the next for years at as a prisoner.

Willow Meadow High School.

Home of the Bluejays.

I take another deep breath and lean forwards, taking my first step on campus. I walk looking down and all I hear is voices saying things like "Woah.." And I hear whistles left and right. I hope they aren't referring to me. I'm not ready. Not without Camie. But I can't get her back. Not after her death...

I'd rather not speak of it.

Ever.

I make it inside and I look around, watching everyone talk to friends they know from before. Lucky them. My friends moved. Not knowing where to go, I head to the girls bathroom. I look in the mirror and fix my hair. My hair is brown with red velvet highlight. I have hazel eyes (duh) and pale skin. I'm not super tall either. 5-2. And today, I'm wearing a maroon red tank top, light washed blue jean shorts, and white vans. My eyeliner is winged. I'm not goth or anything. That's just who I am.

I walk out of the bathroom and see a group of freshman pre-jocks. I call them that because they clearly will be. I hang my head low and walk past them. One of them grabbed my arm, stopping me. I turn around and see
a tall boy with brown blonde hair and blue eyes. He's pretty tall and he is pretty hot. He scanned my body, slowly, and smirked.

"Well, hello. I'm Ben. And your attractive." He winks as he scans me. The other boys whistle and whisper to each other. I roll my eyes and scoff, pulling away. "And your not."bI lied. He's hot. But clearly a player. His expression changed into humor. He laughed and the other boys stood silent. "Come on, your first day and your already a liar!" He smirks again. I turn towards him and lean on my left side, crossing my arms. "I'm not lying. Not only did you make a cheesy pick up line, but you think your hot shit. Trust me, your not." I spit back. I hear ooohhs from the other guys and Ben rushes past me. They follow. Well, all but one. He approached me. "Your cleaver." He smiles, and I laugh. "I get it from my mother." I state proudly. He laughed and out his hand out, asking for a shake. " I'm Garrett." He smiles, and I shake his hand. "Hazel. Nice to meet you."

"Well, Hazel, may I see your schedule?" He asks and I hand it to him. "Oh, we have 3rd period Acting together." I smile and look. The bell rang, taking me my surprise.

" I have to go, see ya!" He yells as he walks away. I smile and wave. I look at my schedule and head to room 124.