If I Tried

Chapter 1-Change...

       I'm that girl that know one talks to, but everyone talks about. I'm the girl who has peircings and died hair. I'm that girl. They call me names behind my back, and to my face. Satan worshiper, emo, goth. I'm not any of these, I'm myself.

       My name is Devin Makayla Carter. My old friends called me Dev or Mak but my dad has always called me by my full name. I say old friends because my dad and I have moved three times in the last five months. The first time was because dad couldnt afford the rent and we had to move in with my grandparents. Second time was because I was bullied so bad that i got stabbed in the stomach Im lucky im alive. the guy probubly wasnt trying to kill me, but he is in jail now so I dont care.

      The third reason was because i started acting out. My dad keeps saying i got into the "wrong croud," but i got expelled because i let my ex boyfriend keep pot in my locker for a day. the word got around somehow and they searched my locker, i got blamed. I wonder what the school does with confascated drugs and stuff?

        So now i live in Indiana, Brown County to be specific Small place, lots of trees. Not normal for e. My dad brings me to a small school on my first day. My lip ring gets caught on my pillow so my dad just decides to bring me to school.

         "Go on in and ask what bus you'll ride to the highschool." I am too busy trying to turn on my I pod to notice there are busses pulling into the parking lot.

          "Okay,bye Dad." I say rushing to get out of the truck. I watch him pull away as I walk toward the small school. When he was out of veiw i look up."Sprunica." I think to myself."Thats a weird name."

           I walk in and ggo through a door on the left that says office on the window.

"How can i help you?" She says lookig up at me from her office chair. "Im suppost to go to the highschool, and I dont know what bus im suppost to ride." I say looking back down at her. One of my hands in my pocket, the other on he desk she was sitting at.

"OKay whats your name, sweetie?" She looks at me with a big smile, then rolls her chair over to her computar, puts her fingers above the keyboard, ready to type, then she looks at me.

        "Devin Makayla Carter..." I say trying to hide how much i didnt like her. she types my name into her computer , then waits for a second.

       "You will ride..." She scrolls down and i wonder how many people had my name."Bus seven"She looks back up smiling again.

     " thank you" I say, and walj out, pullig my earbuds out of a knot. I keep walking as i lok through my music. Then one of my favorite songs comes on. Migraine by twenty one pilots. I keep listening still looking at my I pod, and i run right into someone, and fall on my ass. "Watch where your going freak." she says looking down at me.