Why? Why did mum keep moving my schools? No one liked me where ever I went! Plus this one was crap. My name, Leia you know... Like the princess? God I hated it when people made Star Wars references but I couldn't avoid them. I looked into the mirror and put a little more spray on my fringe and shook the blonde hair from my face. I admired the small stretched hole in my left ear and the piercings in them both. I poked my little, black lip ring and just checked my winged eye liner one last time. Why was my skin so plain? Just skin. Not pure white but slightly tanned I guess. I had to check my out fit although I knew no one would like it. A cute, little My Chemical Romance t-shirt that was kind of too big, little denim shorts with studs on the right pocket and back creepers with cute little white ankle socks. I sighed before grabbing my bag and walking the three blocks to school. I awkwardly walked into my form after I got my books and time table from reception. I sat at the back of the room with my head down, id already been shoved against the lockers and I knew I'd have no friends. After the teacher had come in and called a few names a gang of about seven kids (boys and girls) came in the door laughing. They were your average cool kids. The girls stank of fake tan covered up with a cheep perfume and the guys were your average hunks with blonde and brown spiky hair and a dumb smile. It was like I almost knew all those boys and girls had slept with each other. The teacher moaned a little at them but they chuckled and sat a few rows ahead of me. "has any one got a pen?" one of them called out, alarming me and causing me to look up. The boy who shouted out turned around to look for an offer, he had short, light brown, emo hair, deep, brown eyes and a face angels would fall for. "here you are, dan." a girl with curly, brown hair giggled handing him a pen, he winked as a thank you before scribbling some thing down on his book. From my experiences in the last fifteen minutes it was obvious this 'Dan' was the hottie, bad ass of the school. I got most of my information from over listening to other kids convocations and I don't know, I just had a thing for telling what people were like. By the time lunch had came I'd made one friend which was rare. She had long, black hair that was in two low plats either side of her face. Her name was Lola ad was in most of my classes. She was pale and wore heavy, black eye make up. She had a nose stud and wore a Green Day t-shirt with black skinny jeans so I assumed she only wanted to be friends with me because of my band t-shirt. At lunch I got some salad from the canteen and sat down with Lola and a couple of other girls that had the same kind of style as us. We got talking until they all turned and looked behind me, causing me to turn as well. "wow. He is. Wow." one of them said in awe of Dan,"he's kinda cute I guess... Does he have a girl friend?" I asked as we turned back into our little group. "a girlfriend?" lola laughed,"he's a slut. He slept with all the girls in the year above and most of the girls in this one. I wouldn't go any where near him!" I wasn't surprised at all. "fair enough, so what's he like?" I asked throwing a piece of lettuce into the bin and tucking into the tomatoes and cucumber,"he's basically a bad boy. Constantly in fights, he's been arrested twice, he's band from places all over town, his parents even kicked him out but one of his mates hooked him up with this awesome apartment and an expensive car that's probably stolen..." one of Lola's friends said. I couldn't see this girl. All I knew was she wore a massive, black hoodie with the hood up which covered almost all of her face and her body down to her thighs. Her legs were covered with denim and large, black, studded boots that went all the way up to her knee. "he'd never be into a girl like me any way." I chuckled knowing my chances with this 'bad boy' were basically zero out of a billion.
