"WEB GIRL"

CHAPTER 1: New School, New Life

Birds chirped at the open window in the room. Shortly after One Direction sang "Little Things". A groggy hand slowly lifted from the ugly mess of a bed. The hand grabbed the cell phone off the table. As soon as the song ended, Medusa emerged from her mass of twisted bedsheets. The girl grabbed her glasses and checked the time.

"Sh*t!" She cursed and quickly got up. In her attempt to do so though, her legs got caught in the sheets and the teen stumbled. "Ow!" She cried as she hit her forehead on her desk.

Before moving on, an introduction is needed:

This is Fatima Garcia. Fifteen year old Latina girl with the most rotten luck. Why? Because there was never a moment when she wasn't crashing into something or someone, or breaking, ripping, and or dropping something else. Or take now for example, she was already late for her first day at her new school.

Aaah, new school...the joy...

As Fatima quickly shimmied on her favorite pair of skinny jeans she thought to herself.

'Why am I doing this? Why can't I just be home schooled. I want to just go back to sleep, at least another five more minutes!' She huffed in frustration.

Fatima randomly selected a dark purple blouse and a jean-jacket. She slipped them on and made a run to the bathroom. She gawked at her bird nest hair. She wasn't ever one for makeup, so she just brushed her teeth and washed her face. Then she sprayed her hair with some water and combed it with her fingers. 'Sloppy curly hair it is today then...' She put on her glasses and left the bathroom.

Fatima ran down the stairs and looked at her phone, five minutes to get out the door! 'Crap, crap, crap!'

There was a thud as she quickly jumped down the rest of the steps. She would be yelled for this later, there was no doubt. Fatima grabbed some black sandals from the side of the stairs. Three minutes! No time for breakfast.

Fatima grabbed her book bag and her purse. With a slam of the door, she was outside. Her sandals going tic-tic tic-tic as she pattered quickly to her bus-stop. She was almost there! But as she arrived the bus closed its door and drove away. Fatima tried to catch it. She chased it, but the bus was soon on the streets.

"Ugh! What now?" She clenched her fists at her sides in frustration. Maybe if she went back, and begged Papi, maybe if she begged really hard, he would drive her...

Fatima started back towards home.

***

Fatima finally arrived. Raven Peak High School was its name. The name suited it for a number of reasons. People often thought it was because it was located near Raven Peak, however, the building itself was Raven Black. Fatima shrunk under its cold dark shadows.

"Adios Mija! Que te vaya bien (Bye hun! Have a good day!)" Papi hollered as he pulled into reverse and the straight out. She waved at him but, Fatima saw her father's gray car drive away in dismay. She hated school, especially new schools.

"Take me with you..." she whispered to herself. She clutched three books to her chest tightly. One, the student handbook. Two, her planner. And three, her sketchbook. Fatima sighed and swallowed her anguish, pushing up her glasses as they slid down her nose.

'Ok,' she thought as she walked., 'today will be fine...Nothing bad is gonna happen.' Fatima stepped into the school and absorbed her surroundings. 'So far, so good...Just avoid everyone, don't touch anyone, don't make eye contact....you'll be just fine...'

"Ooomphf!" She collided face first into something hard. Her papers and books flew everywhere. 'Ugh! Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t! Fatima, you screw up! You dork!' She mentally beat herself up. She gathered her planner and then the handbook. She just needed her sketchbook. Fatima looked around and around. 'Where is it!?' She panicked. It was one of her most priced possessions.

"Are you looking for this?" A male voice spoke, the deepness causing her to shiver. Fatima froze, mid-turn. "It's a sketchbook, here, is it yours?"

Fatima took a deep breath and built up the courage to face him. The right half of her hair always covered half of her face. As she turned to look at him she wished it covered her whole face. He was breathtakingly beautiful. Fatima felt her face heat up at the sight.

The boy was tanner than her. Tall with jet black hair, spiked at random with gel. He was much taller than her especially since she was kneeling on the floor before him in all his God-like glory. 'No wonder he hadn't fallen over', she thought. His torso was hugged tightly by a black T-shirt, so tightly you saw the muscles rippling under it. The shirt left no room for imagination. To complete the look, he also wore light blue jeans and black shoes. 'Damn...' Fatima thought.

"Oh I'm sorry. Um, here, let me help you up," the boy bent down and grasped her size 7 waist. She gasped at the sudden contact and turned beet red. The male lifted her up to her feet. "There. Now, is your name Fatima Garcia?"

She stared at him in shock. 'How did he know that?!' she thought but, instead her response was a simple, slow nod.

"Good, then that means this is your sketchbook," he said and handed it to her. "It also means, you're the one I have to show around school." The handsome boy offered Fatima his hand. He also gave her a small smile.

Fatima looked at the hand, then at him, and then the hand again. She didn't take it.

"Well, alright then. Come with me," he started the tour. "Oh, and by the way, the name is Estevan Flores."

Fatima nodded and stayed behind him. His cologne strongly flowing at her and she couldn't help inhaling it. '...Estevan Flores...' she repeated his name in her mind. He informed her the tour only took about fifteen minutes and then class would start.

***

At the end of the tour, he asked for her schedule.

Fatima obediently handed Estevan the slip of paper with her classes on it. Estevan grinned as he saw the list. "You lucky girl! Well, lucky me, I should say."

"Huh?" Fatima looked at him puzzled.

"We have almost the same schedule. We have Algebra II first period, then Chemistry, then nothing for 3rd or 4th, but we have English and History together also. How funny is that," Estevan chuckled deeply. His laugh melting Fatima's delicate heart. "I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other then." He gave her a thumbs up.

The bell suddenly rang and Fatima turned, jumping back, startled. Her back hit Estevan, but he caught her. "Oh! Uh...S-Sorry..."

"No no, you're ok. That bell startled me my first day here, it's a bit loud, especially for those who haven't heard it yet," he reassured her.

"Oh..."

"Now let's go meet the Algebra teacher, passing time is only five minutes and that room is down the west hall. C'mon," he said.

She nodded and adjusted her glasses. 'Ok school...here I come...'

Ok! So author here, hiiii :)
Hope u like it so far, ik ik, cliché but who doesn't love cliché stories? This is only chapter one, so stay tuned! :)
~MC ♡