Laying lazily sprawled across my bed on the last day of summer , a sudden realization hits me. I , Destiny Miller , hate highschool already even though I've yet to experience it. Allow me to explain. You see , my logic is quite simple really. Highschool may be considered an experience that is going to change our lives for the better to most 14 year olds in my town , but for me it's something to be very much dreaded. Preppy know it all's , big burly jerks (with questionable gender might I add) , and jocks with egos the size of China. I don't know about you but somehow that just doesn't sound all that appealing to me. Of course I understand there's a slim few of normal teenagers in highschool to walk the hall's with , but being a slightly pessimistic person like myself I can only focus on the few faults of the school. It's not that I'm not excited to meet new people , because I am . I'm just not so excited to deal with the challenge of walking amongst self absorbed bimbos and egotistical imbeciles that Redmill high mostly consists of. More so because of my short temper and tendency to blow up on the wrong people at the wrong time than because I'm nervous about making new friends. I sit up from my jumbled position on my big queen sized bed and turn the music channel on on my tv. Turning the volume up on high, I procede to jump around singing to myself in the mirror to relieve my mind of the gazillion thoughts about being a freshman buzzing through it at this moment. As the beat of the familiar tune begins to slow to an end I look at myself in the mirror examining my features. My light brown wavy hair falls just past my shoulders in a crumpled mess due to jumping around. I'm around 5'4 in height which should be considered average height, yet somehow compared to the others at Redmill high I saw at open house , I'm short. ' Be prepared to be trampled by ogres tomorrow ' I think sarcastically to myself. Gazing back into the reflection of my hazel eyes I speak aloud the thoughts in my head to myself. " Get ready Destiny Miller , because tomorrow may very well be the death of you. And it's just the beginning. " Yeah. For some odd reason I get the sense I may not enjoy being a freshman. Or more appropriately, fresh meat.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE : Yoo peeps ! This is my first book on wattpad . I've been reading tons of books off wattpad for quite some time now and decided I'd give the whole writing thing a try. Sorry this chapter was kinda boring but I made it mostly as filler or kinda a prologue. Don't worry the juicy stuff will make an appearance fairly soon. sooo , in the meantime , if you feel like it you could vote , comment , or fan . I won't beg you to do something you don't want so I'll let you make those decisions on your own . (: Until next time ,
* Victoria *
