*Primrose's POV*
It was a foggy day, March 1st, 2016, to be exact. All the students filed into the school like a tired pack of wolves. Everyday was a riot. Students rebelled against teachers, teachers yelled at students, students got in trouble. This was an everyday thing here.
You probably don't know much about me, but I'm Primrose Williams. One of the shyest kids in school. I was... something, not sure what though. I'm a new student at Chambers High School. My IQ level is decent, but I'm not a genius or anything. I'm 15 years old, I'm 5"1', whereas everyone here is about a foot taller than me. I'm like a Chihuahua in a pack of Great Danes. Complete chaos everywhere I look.
I look around and adjust to the sight of the school, with its millions of windows, lockers, and doors. I try to look for someone who can help me, but everyone looks too threatening.
Until I see a young lady wearing a dress with flowers in her hair, giving off a kind feeling. I walk over to her and explain.
"H-Hi I'm Primrose. I'm a new student here. I was wondering where the office is?" I ask politely
"Hi! I'm Skye! Welcome to Chambers High! I can direct you to the office, just follow me!" Skye says in a very cheerful voice. She starts swerving her way through the crowds, I have to run to catch up to her.
I got my schedule for classes. The only honors classes I have were honors History and Science. I absolutely hated all the other classes. They were either boring as can be, or the work heap was just too much.
I walked into my History class, and everyone looked at me. I recognized some kids i ran into in the hallways, but mostly I've never seen these people.
"How may I help you?" The teacher says. He looks old and annoyed, just like every other teacher on this planet.
"I'm a new student here. This is my fourth period class." I say as he looks even more annoyed
"Introduce yourself and sit down, then open your book to page 528." He says as I roll my eyes.
"I'm Primrose Williams, nice to meet you all." I sit down in the very back corner of the class. It's just my instinct. I don't understand. I proceed to open my book and start reading.
*Timeskip because i have absolutely no inspiration*
It was lunchtime. Absolutely terrifying. I had no clue where to sit, Luckily, I brought my lunch to avoid hellish lunch lines and terrible cafeteria food. I looked around for Skye and possible friends. This was gonna be one hell of a year.
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There's a Glass Ceiling to Break
Teen Fiction*the summary will be posted once i finish the first chapter*