Complicated Love

The move

Hi. I'm Emalee Winters. I'm 14 years old and I just moved here in rainy North Carolina from Toronto, Canada. I have dark blue hair and light blue tips. Most people consider me emo, quiet, and nerdy. A few even think I don't speak at all. I spend most of my time reading or drawing. I don't have any friends besides my best friend, Hayley, who moved to Sacramento years ago. We haven't spoken since.

I go to a new school called Westburrow High. I'm a freshman here at Westburrow. I pull up to the school in my moms mini-van (that'll sure bump up the cool points), and walk in.

"Wow, it's huge!" *that's what she said*

I look at my paper that shows me which class to go to. Homeroom. I walk forward 2 steps and look up, and sure enough, it's homeroom. I walk in slowly. I see about 20 people sitting in scattered desks in groups of 2. Apparently our teacher chose our desks for us. How childish. I walk around the aisles looking for my name. I find it after 30 seconds of searching. I sit down, not even caring to see who's sitting next to me. I hear a voice say "Hi, I'm Sky". The voice sounds confident, yet somehow soft, and caring. I look up slowly to see a boy with dirty blond hair and sky blue eyes, how eyeronic hahaha wow that was terrible kms
"Hi" I reply very quietly.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"It's... Uh... ......."

"Pardon?" He asks, looking confused

"Emalee" I reply, a little louder.

"Emalee. What a pretty name" he says

"Thank you." I say, a little more confidently

"Okay class, listen up. We have a new student in our class today. Please stand up, Emalee." Says our teacher. I look at the floor, and shake my head slightly.

"Emalee? Are your legs broken or can you stand up and speak to the class."  I reluctantly stand but I still stare at the floor.

"Can you introduce yourself?"

"I'm Emalee" I say quietly. And I like to read and draw." The class claps. My face turns beet red and I sit down.
"Thank you, Emalee" said our teacher "and by the way, I'm Mrs. Sperling" I nod my head.

The class seems to go by within minutes. After the bell rings for next period, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and realize that it's that guy Sky. Woah, I never realized how bright his eyes were.
"Wanna skip your next class?" He asks with a hopeful look in his eye.

"I can't" I respond

"Why not? I wanna get to know you" he says with a smirk

"Well I don't" I say. I walk away trying to find my next class. Do you think I should've skipped?

[I'M BACK, BITCHES! yes, that's right. New book, new year, new friends, new life. Dedicated to my friend Emalee and my friend Sky. That's right! Based off of a true story ;)