All for the itches Ch 1: new school, new problems

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Tory was new at West Worthy Jh./Sh. High School, and before even going to her new school she knew that she wasnt going to like it. In the West Worthy High 10th grade class there was a group called the itches. The itches were a group of girls who thought that they were everything, they were Trisha (the leader), Riley (the wannabe), and Katie (the wannabe). They were always together. They went on dates together, they went shopping together, and they even convinced the principle to give them the same sechual so they could be together. The three of the had the three best boyfriends in the school Trisha had Jake, Riley had Josh, and Katie had Nick. The girls boyfriends were the three best sports players in the entire school. And in West Worthy High sports and singing was everything.

It was the first day of school and Tory was totally ready. She knew where all of her classes were and, she had her entire day planned out. Tory was a smart blond girl. She was skinny and very pretty but she didn't want to be popular. Tory was in love with sports. She loved any sport, that is, except for golf. Her dad passed away when she was ten and he taught her how to play every sport he knew. Not only did she like playing sports she was really good at them too. In her old school she was caption if every team and she never missed a game.

Tory walked into the building and in every step she took she swerved past a person who walked by. Finally finding her way to her looker from the long hallway she quickly stuffed all her books inside the small space and just as she was about to leave for her first class of the day Jake slammed her locker shut.

"I see that you are new here," Jake said, "well in order to make your stay a little more memorable I, uh, have a little surprise for you."

Jake was popular at the school and a real jerk but, at the moment Tory didn't know that. Jake started to pull something out of his back pocket and as he did many other mean looking guys started to come around. All of the guys also started to pull things out of their back pockets too. They all pulled out silly string of many different colors and started to spray Tory with it. Tory stood there screaming helplessly and as soon as they were done she ran crying to the closest bathroom. After looking at a sad and tear-filled reflection in the mirror for a few minutes the door flung open.

"Are you all right?" asked Megan. "I saw what they did to you and that was pretty mean. And trust me this isn't the first time they totally ruined someone's first day."

"Do I look fine! The silly string is stuck in my hair, and first period starts in five minutes. I'll never be able to get it out by then." as Tory ended her sentince she started to cry. "Listen I'm sorry for yelling at you like that but I just really didn't want my day to be like this."

"I get it really. And, by the way I'm Megan." She finished smiling. Megan was your typical nerd. She had long brown curly hair, green and orange braces, and giant black glasses. She was very nice but wasn't popular and, like Tory, didn't want to be. She knew how the popular group was and she didn't want to be a part of that. Megan was the nicest girl you would ever meet. Megan helped Tory get cleaned up and they walked to their first period class together.

When the girls walked into the room together everyone stopped and stared. Megan never had any friends and seeing the new girl with her was just weird.

"Why is everyone staring at us?" Tory whispered into Megan's ear.

"I don't know." answered Megan. Truthfully she did know but she didn't want to tell Tory that she didn't have any friends. The girls took two seats in the front row and as soon as they sat down the itches stepped through the door. As usual Trisha was in the front and behind her Riley and Katie came in next to each other. They barely fit through the door. Riley was holding Trisha's book bag and Katie was holding Trisha's makeup bag.

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