Chapter 2

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 I awake to a loud beeping sound next to my bed. Slowly, I roll over, groaning as I do so. That is NOT the alarm I had set. I had set a nice harp sound on my phone, but instead I wake to: BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I can feel the whole neighborhood waking up with me, just as mad at my phone as I am.

Six? Six in the morning? Why on earth did I set my alarm this early? I have never done something so stupid. I don't need this much time. I delete the alarm on my phone, and drift back off to sleep, the sound of rain cradling me slowly into my dreams.

This time I don't wake to beeping. I wake to yelling. "Rain!" someone is shaking me back and forth, but I don't want to check who. I keep my eyes closed comfortably, but my smile grows into a deep frown.

"It's only a little after six," I groan.

"Actually I think you should fact check that." mama walks to the door, "Be down in twenty to leave for school." ugh! School!

I unlock my phone. Half past seven? No! Now I know why I woke up at six. I wanted to do my hair nice, I wanted to put on eyeliner for the first time, I wanted to look cool! No! No! No! First impressions matter! A lot!

Thirty minutes later, I arrive at my first day of high school. I do not swagger up the stone stairs as I had hoped to be able to. Instead, I walk slowly, my head down, my hair in the messy bun I had woke up with, and in a casual style of pajamas.

Great start... I take a deep breath, and swing open one of the double doors to Oceanview. My hair is soggy from the walk to the building after I got out of the car. I did do one thing as planned. For the first time I avoided getting my picture taken before school, and I avoided mama dropping me off in front of the building. Lots of firsts today. Hopefully most will be better than so far.

Luckily, I am not the only confused freshman wondering the halls. I see other people, similar in height, looking through classroom windows, asking questions, and trying to remember their locker combination. As soon as I enter the building, there is an administration door right in front of me. I see a group of kids piling through the doorway, so I mesh myself in with them.

 "Get your schedules and combinations here!" a sophisticated woman yells over the nuisance. Everyone turns in her direction. I feel like I am surrounded by thirteen-year-old girls who think they might have just saw Justin Bieber. The mob runs at the woman, who jumps on her desk to avoid being trampled.

"If everyone will be quiet, I will call your name, and give you your schedules!" she crosses her arms, and pushes her spectacles up the bridge of her nose.

"This will be done alphabetically. All of you should be here, considering that it is 8:15. If someone is absent, then we will skip over them." Oh great alphabetically. That means I'll probably go last.

I wait towards the end of the alphabet. Whitly. That's pretty far in. I tune out until 'R'. "Derek Rowin." the woman calls from atop the desk. A boy with light brown, shaggy hair walks up to the front of the room. He is wearing a jersey and jeans. When he turns, after receiving his schedule, I catch his eyes. I become lost in the brilliant green eyes. They remind me of the treetops of a rain forest or a jungle. They almost seem to glow and twinkle as he passes me. I am at a loss for words, even though no one is asking me to speak. He meets my gaze for a moment, and then leaves the room walking off to wherever his locker may be.

But I know how this will end. Because I can already guess he will be one of the pretty people, and I already know I will be detested.





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