11:34 pm 8/24/16
I can't go to sleep. My mind is over thinking what ifs and maybe this will happen. I barely survived middle school. How will I survive highschool.
Carter closed her laptop and set it down on the nightstand next to her bed. Carter kept everything in her laptop. It was like her own journal, her dad always called it a diary which would always make her cringe. Diarys are when you gush about your crush going on about how perfect every body party and feature they had were.
Carter did not do that. Carter was different. She believed she was too different. She did not belong here.
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Carters POV
I swung my bad around my shoulder and debated if I should grab a jacket or not.
I decided not to since the weather in Los Angeles wasn't so cold.
I sat at the bench waiting for the bus and Michael to arrive.
Michael was my only friend at school. I wasn't his only friend speaking he had 3 other friends I never met them and I'm not planning on it. Michael has tried to get me to hang out with them I'm just not that into it.
I looked down at my wristwatch checking the time making sure the bus was the late one and not me.
I looked to my right down the street trying to see if I could maybe see bus lights over shine the brick wall to food lion.
My mind unfocused when I was interrupted by a 6'0 tall pink headed Michael grasping for more air to breath.
"you finally showed up." I turned down to him instead of looking up because he had his hands on his knees still grasping for air.
"I" he took a breath "woke up" took another breath "late". He let out a deep sigh and cleared his throat.
He finally stood up straight causing me to move my head up along with his body.
"New hair color I like it." I commented.
Michael often changed hair colors from time to time. I called it an addiction he likes to call it a "hobby".
Not sure dying your hair is even a hobby anyway.
"Yeah it was supposed to be blue but I grabbed my sisters instead on accident, I knew it was weird when I mixed the colors together and it was pink but I thought it would change once I washed it out." He sighed.
I laughed at his story and was about to comment on how he needs to start reading more things but was stopped from a bus door opening in my face.
I walk up the stairs to the bus driver.
"5 dollars honey come on we don't have all day I'm late here."
"Sorry Mrs.Tonya."
I dug the 5 dollars out my pocket placing it in her hand.
I walked to the seat I usually sat in and Michael followed behind.
"So first day of highschool this will be fun huh?" Michael nudge my arm.
"I feel like I'm going to throw up." I looked at him with a 'don't touch me' type face and he put his hands up in surrender.
"Look carter the only reason middle school was a fuck up was because of what Jake did. This is high school I'm sure everyone forgot about it darn summer come on you know what they say 'new year fresh start'."
