"its time for school flame" "or can i die?" "flame you need to be nicer" "why its not like its a big deal' "flame stop stalling and go to school" "I HATE YOU" i yelled slamming the front door and walking 5 miles to school.
i walk into school wearing ripped black jeans and a lace black tank top "hey im ella are you new here" said an ugly preppy girl "can i help you with something?" "yes you can take this pamplet". i took the pamplet and threw it at her face "you can help me to, go to hell".
i walk into my art class and sit down. "everyone grab a partner and sit down" said the teacher who had long black hair and bushy eyebrows. "hey, wanna be my partner" said a guy who had short brown hair and sparkling hazel eyes "who are you?" "Blake" "sure you can be my partner". he sat down and put his tan arms on the desk "whats your name?' "flame" "ok is this your first day being here" "yeah".
the bell rang and i walked to my math class "hey you can take a seat" said the math teacher "your not the boss of me" i said going to sit in the back.
"hey flame is it your lunch break?" said blake "why do you care" "i just thought i could sit wih you" "it doesnt matter". he sat down in front of me "so howd you get in rosewood" "whats it to you?" "everyone who comes here allways has a story of how they got in here" 'i blew up a school what about you?"" "oh your the girl i saw in the news, i thought i saw you somewhere and i stabbed someone" "nice, why?' "because they were just bothering me" "cool, i have to go bye" i said running into a girl "hey new girl" "your in my way" i said about to walk as she grabbed my arm and i could feel my pulse beating fast "im the most popular girl here and my names rachel" "oh..really, gues who doesnt give a shit, me." i said pushing my tray that had pasta on it on her head. "oh my god" "your welcome" i said walking away, my fiery brown hair flowing behind me. "young lady go to the principal office now!" said the controling proncipal bastard.
"I CANT BELIEVE ON YOUR FIRST DAY YOU GET SUSPENED FROM SCHOOL" my mom yelled as i was sitting on the couch with my arms folded "why cant you just get along with people its hard enough for me with your dad gone "DAD DIED HES NOT GONE" i said running upstairs slammimg my door.
"flame you know your dad had problems and he couldnt take the pressure of having you" my mom said as i was messing with the tab on my soda can. "so your saying its all my fault" no i didnt say that and you know danm well your dad was a drug addict" "he didnt die because of an overdose". i ran to my room and started crying "if i was only old enough, i couldve stopped him" i whispered to myself. i fell asleep that night crying.
