Sorry for the mistakes that will be in this story my comma button on my computer isn’t working so don’t get your panties in a twist when you see that it’s missing. Grammar has never been one of my favorite subjects so I’m sure you will see some mistakes but I hope you can look over them at least until I edit. That said I’m not very good at writing and I’m only doing it because I love it and I have a big imagination and I have to get them out somehow. Thanks vote or follow if you want to.
Chapter 1
“Ivy get your ass down stairs now” I jump up to my aunts voice. I glance at my alarm clock “shit” it didn’t go off. What a perfect way to start at a new school in a new town just perfect.
I’m just glad that I picked out my outfit already. I get dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and sweat shirt. I hate wearing such thick clothes but I have gotten used to them so I can hide the markings on my skin. They showed up on my fourteenth birthday. For a time I thought about telling my aunt but I’m glad I didn’t.
Grabbing my cell phone and putting it in my bag I tip toe down the hall hopping I don’t catch my aunt’s attention. I really don’t need that today. Yes! I make out the door and onto my motorcycle without any trouble. Don’t get me wrong I love my aunt but I’m pretty sure she hates my guts. I don’t even blame her either. Well who really would. Her younger sister gets pregnant the just leaves the baby with her saying “only for the fourth of July weekend” well this is one long weekend.
On the way to my new school Damon High I get a little sick but that’s to be expected because I’ll be the new girl in the middle of the my senior year. But I’m used to it sort of. I can handle this like I handle everything else with calm resolve and emotionless perspective. Yeah I’m that kind of person. I have never felt the need to get too excited about anything really. Now if I were to think about it that might be why I don’t have any friends.
I pull up in to an empty spot and get off of my bike. Walking into the school I see the usual group’s the popular kid’s jocks cheerleader and plain old sluts and the rare bad boy. The “norms” they are the everyday kids who could be friends with the popular kids or the bottom of the food chain and it really wouldn’t matter. Then you have the nerds geeks and losers. In that order. The nerds can talk to the higher ups in the food chain usually that only means the copying of homework. The geeks do their own thing with whatever interests them they have their own group of people the call friends so they are ok with it. The losers are loners. They don’t talk to anyone really nor do they have many friends if they have any.
Now to we’re I come in I am for some reason always in the loser group. It’s not that I want to not have any friends it’s just that people don’t like to have be around I guess it makes them feel awkward. I take a deep breath and walk up to the doors in the middle of the throngs of people talking with their friends. I have spent a very long time perfecting being invisible so I wasn’t noticed walking around all the teenagers in front of the school.
I find the office and wait for the old lady to see that I’m waiting. She smells suspiciously like she rolled around in a bath full of moth balls. She finally sees that I’m here and smiles at me like you would expect a grandmother who just got a nice surprise visit. Me who not used this is taken back a second. I regain my train of thought “Hi I’m new and I need my class sheet.”
“Well certainly what is your name young lady?”she kindly asks as she typs on her computer
“Ivy Lyn Rawin”
“Ah yes here it is. And may I say what a beautiful name you have.” She hands me the little sheet of paper.
“Thank you” I turn to walk away when she grabbed my hand. I turn my head to look at her a confused look clear on my face.
“I forgot to give you this” she hands me another paper “show this to all of you teachers it will tell them who you are.” I nod then walk away.
Looking at the first sheet that told me what class’s I have I sigh when I see what they are.
1st -- English 4 __ 284
2nd -- chemistry __ 265
3rd -- study hall __ 355
Lunch -- cafeteria B
4th -- art history __ b26
5th -- art (oil paint) __ b23
6th -- study hall __ 355
I don’t really hate the class’s that I have it’s just with these class’s I’ll have a lot of free time without much to do in between. Life gets kind of lonely when you don’t have any friends and no homework to fill in the time. Well I should get my first day over with. All the awkward introductions and the questions that I’m bound to be asked.
With my first class in my mind I start to walk through hallway. About ten minutes later I give up. I wish I would’ve asked the moth lady for a map or at least directions to my first class. Looking around me I realize that I have no idea to even get back to the office.
“You look kind of lost do you need any help?” I spin around to a skinny tall dark skinned girl. She had to be at least 6’2 and to my 5’1 she was a giant.
It dawned on me that she asked if I needed help “yes please I’m new and I’m not sure we’re my class is.”
“Okay what is your first class”
“English room 284” I read off the paper then look up.
“Ah you have Mr. Walters. I’ll show you were it is. Come one.” She turned around and started walking down the hall I had just walked up. “ the class’s are pretty easy to find all you have to keep in mind is that the basement class’s start with a b in front of the number and class’s that start with 1 2 or 3 means that they will be on that floor. And last but not least your lunch is in the cafeteria on the second floor. I have the same one so you can join me and my friends today if you don’t find someone you want to sit more.” She stopped at a door and smiled.
“Thanks and I’m sure I’ll take you up on your offer.” I opened the door as she walked away realizing too late that we didn’t tell each other our names. I guess I’ll just find her at lunch. She was probably just saying it be nice anyway.
Well this was my first chapter of this story sorry if it sounded a little dull it will get better. I hope anyway. I’m pretty irregular on updating because school will be starting up again sooooo school why can’t it be summer all year…no that would be bad got to gave some winter in there too… let’s just say I wish school was only like two months a year…… and yes I know I’m rambling I tend to do that. I hope you keep reading my story this is GOODBYE for now J
