My high school wish list

First chapter

Hello, this is my new wattpad story. Ta da! I'm sorry to those of you who I let down with my other unfinished story, "The unwanted" but I have made a vow to update twice a week. And if I don't, you can spam me whenever you want. Enjoy this new book, and I hope you can give me a second chance.
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Anastasia's POV

First day of school. Not just any first day of school, it's the first day of high school! I have to make a good first impression! Maybe... Maybe I'll make a few friends, and go to a few parties... And maybe people will actually like me this year! I think to myself. Excited, my long legs walk over to the closet as my slender fingers thumb through all the skirts and vests and socks I could wear. It has to be something that matches my looks too. At least, I think that's what everyone else does. I look in the mirror at my sleek orange hair and crystal blue eyes. I know! I could wear a light pink checkered vest, with a white long sleeve blouse, and a beige skirt! And I can't forget my white knee high socks! I smile to myself, pink braces grinning back at me in the mirror. I go and braid my hair into two thick braids going down either side of my head and slip on my clothes, get my backpack, and skip to the bus stop.

I get to school and confidently walk straight ahead and.... Slam into the glass doors, falling to the ground. As I groggily get up, holding my bleeding nose, I hear everyone laughing at me. I duck my head, feeling the tears threatening to pour down my cheeks.
"Oh my god what a first impression!"
"Is that that loser, Anastasia?"
"Did she actually come back!?"
I hear girls snickering as I open the doors and run to the place that I can cry without anyone seeing me, the bathroom. With my vision blinded by the stinging of my tears, I run in the direction of the bathroom. I suddenly crash into something hard, like a wall and fall to the ground, again, for the second time within the first five minutes of High school.
"S-sorry," I mumble, getting up and running to the bathroom. I rush into a bathroom stall and sit down on the toilet and cry to myself. This year was just going to be like last year. Hurtful words, broken bones, scars up my arms, plus more drama. Why? Because it's high school. They might as well just put a huge banner when you walk into this school: WELCOME TO HELL! ENJOY THE RIDE! I shakily laugh to myself and get up and unlock the stall and brush away my tears. If those girls from mean girls could do it, then I definitely could.

I walk to my new locker and twist the lock, trying to unlock it. 9-24-36.... It wasn't working.... 9-24-36... Is that the bell!? I'm going to be late for class! I try the combination again, my fingers frantically twisting the lock so that it gets to the right numbers. Finally! The locker door swings open and hits me in the head.
"Ow!" I yell at my stupid locker. I grab my binders, kick the locker closed, it deserved it, and run to my class.

"Well hello, I'm guessing that you are Anastasia?" The professor asks with a clipped tone. Uh oh... He must be mad...
"Um yes that's me.." I respond shyly.
"Decided to join us then?" He asks with a sly smirk.
"Um... I guess...." I reply, my head ducking once more due to embarrassment. I hurriedly run to the open seat in the back of the class and sit down.
"Bianca, would you be so kind and explain to Anastasia what our course is going to be based on, since she had the courtesy to show up late?"
"Of course sir," Bianca turned and smirked at me. "We have to write a 20 page essay about our year in high school. Every day you have to write one paragraph about your day." She tells me smugly. 20 pages!? You've got to be kidding me! I groan internally at the news and slide down in my chair.
"Now class, open your textbook to page 125 and read the chapter," my annoying teacher says.

After a few classes, I walk to the lunch room. My black flats walk self consciously to the lunch room as my eyes scan the room for an empty lunch table. I don't see any, so I walk to under a white willow tree and I shove away the leaves and sit under the tree and start eating my peanut butter and jam sandwich while looking at everyone else laughing at jokes their friends are making. I wish I could be one of them. I realize that I've been wishing a lot of things. I look at the small notebook that I haven't used in any of my classes and gingerly pick it up. I flip to a blank page and scribble: My high school wish list.
• Make some friends
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So what do you think? 20 page essay? I'll add some more character's details in the next chapter so stay tuned.
Next update: Tuesday

Teaser: she finds out who she bumped into before. Bianca will make a huge move next chapter.

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