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Chapter 2: Isa

Today I start a new school, again. Dressed in my white sneakers,black jeans, white t shirt, long black duster cardigan, silver necklace and my thin black gloves I felt pretty confident for another year of torture.

  I'm also wearing some mascara and liquid eye-liner with a wing. Lastly, I straighten my hair, so I can leave it down. 

You might be thinking "Hey! Isnt it a little hot for that?" Yup, yes it is. I had a really hard time getting out of the my new foster parents house as it was. All I heard this morning was,

"Darling, it's to hot for that"

"Honey, you'll die of heat stroke"

" Isabella, change out of that please"

"Arg fine! We're going to return you because you're not working right!"

Ok they didn't say that last one but hey, it was going to happen by the end of the school year or maybe even less. My record is three months. Lets just say I was relieved to leave the house.

Okay, so here I am walking up this foreign school in this foreign state. All these kids have friends and groups. They dont even realise there luck, I don't even have a family let alone friends. I head up the stairs and walk in. First things first. main office for my schedule.

I got here late last night so I had no time to even unpack.

The main office was stuffed, so naturally I waited outside till the bell rang. While I waited I took in my surroundings. It was your normal high school set-up, just the colors were different. This school had blue lockers and white and gray tiles. The school itself was in good shape. Can't say the same for the students... A brown haired barbie hanging off the shoulders of a Ken, farther down hall, some jocks are teasing some freshman girl, I also have front row seats the classic locker break-up.

The dull sound of the bell echoes off the walls of my new school and everyone rushes to class. Now with the main office empty I head in. There's a small old lady at the desk with gray hair. The name tag says her name is Ms. Smith. It suited her.

Walking up, I catch her attention."Excuse me? Can I get my schedule, I wasn't able to get it before school started"

Ms.Smith looks up at me with a smile on her wrinkled face. "Of course, can I get your name?"

"Isa"

Her smile falters just the slightest bit. " I'm going to need a full name please"

I make a mental note to have yet another conversion with my social worker, Ms.V. I hate her, she's a crazy old bat with platnum blond hair even though it's obviously supposed to be grey by the look of her face. I specifically told her to make my name Isa. Not the crrraazzy name she calls me. "Isabella Hughes" Who even came up with that? It doesn't even match.

I try again. "Its Isa. I'm the new girl with a new foster home. I told my social worker that I wasn't going by my 'real'" Chough fake "name."

"Oh, Isabella Hughes. I already have it ready for you." She opens a drawer and pulls out a white envelope, " here you go Isabella" Really this old lady already hates me? " Just know we don't tolerate bad behavior here at Sunset High. Have a nice day."

With that in mind I head out of the office pausing outside.I open the envelope and take out my paper. Before I can get past reading the first word I hear a terrible wheezing sound.

Remember those jocks? Yeah, they're still there. The poor kid has a face that says "what did I do to deserve this?" Now I make be considered a bad girl but I'm not heartless. I mean come on, who wouldn't stand up for this cute little girl? Oh yeah, everyone in this cold, cruel school.

As I'm stomping up to them I scan their pitiful faces. Guess who has the best of luck? Not me, duh.

Let me introduce you to my EX-boyfriend. Matt Nelson. Biggest d-bag you will ever find in your lifetime. We met back in Chicago, IL at a party. We went to the same school and it was pretty good for like a month. To sum it up for you, he was cheating on me the whole time we were together with two other girls. I know it wasn't very long but I was trying to take some advice from a certain someone. Three very angry girls, one keyed car, four slashed tires and a few punches later, that sorry man had lost his pride and ego. I ended up taking the blame for that and, I so did not regret anything. Sigh, that was some great revenge. Back into the present.

As I approach them hands on my hips, some turn their faces with amused smirks. I'm standing right by Matt when he finally turns his pretty little face.

"Nice to see that you've finally accepted your role in life as the devil's spawn, Matt." I move my arms to my side. "Although, I have to say I did like--"

He cuts me off before I can finish. "Isa, what on earth drove you to follow me across half the country?"

That got me some smirks from his friends, and it pissed me off that he would say that to get the upper hand. So naturally i had to get the last word.

"You know exactly what drove me here, and let's not forget what made me move in the first place. We wouldn't want a repeat of history would we Matt?" I shoved past him, and grabbed the the wrist of the girl. I started to drag her away and was going to say something about his car when,

"You wouldn't, Isa? I seem to remember that you liked it when I kissed you right here." He said as he started to lean in.

Now here is the part where I ball my fists and punch him in jaw, and walk away the new bad girl in school. But unfortunately I was to paralyzed to do anything. A new guy, with black hair about 2 inches long and gorgeous dark blue eyes intervenes. It's clear to everyone present that he hates Matt and his his friends, even more so with the pure look of hate on his face. So it isn't a surprise when he punches Mr.football star. For some reason I can't seem think, as of five seconds ago the kid had started to pull me away and towards a new hall way. When we turn the corner I put on the brakes.

"Hey, stop"

She turns around, lets go of my wrist, and looks at me. It's now that I can get a good look at her that I realize that she's probably the same age as me. With her lack of height, bright clothes, and blonde hair I'm guessing the mistake happens often.

"What?"

"You can't just drag me away and walk off without an explanation," I say.

"Obviously, I can. You are a complete stranger. Thanks and everything, but I was handling it." She starts to walk away.

"Handling it? And do what? You only come up to their ankles, Thumbelina!" I shout after her.

"I am verbally rolling my eyes," she calls back with a dismissive wave of her fingers that are probably longer than she is. "And verbally leaving, as well as literally. BTW, I'm Mckenna. Don't wear it out."

I watch Mckenna turn the corner and then start to go to my class. Hopefully, my teacher doesn't mind that I'm 15 minutes late. Couldn't find my class excuse? With my luck, no way.