Waking up bright and early Monday for school, just gotta love it.
"Bryony, you up yet?" My Mom asks knocking on my door.
"No Mom, I am definitely not up at all." I say sarcastically
"What ever. Guess you'll be eating nothing for breakfast then."
"You wouldn't starve a growig child?"
"Pfft growing where to?" She laughs
"I'll have you know I grew an inch."
"You mean shrunk?"
"I know you have."
"Whatever." She says walking away from my door.
Off to take a shower then.
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Towel drying my hair, I quickly pull on a black sweat shirt and some jeans shorts with black Converse sneakers.
Running downstairs I grab a Pop tart and run out the door. Checking the time I realize I only have ten minutes before schools starts. Hoping onto my Bike I speed out my drive way and down the road. Briskly walking through the front door I head straight to the office for my schedule. Walking in I head straight to the front desk. There at the front desk sits a white haired lady around her sixty's.
"Hello, how my I help you?"
"Hi, I'm the new student Bryony."
"Oh right, I'll have your schedule i a second." rummaging under a stack of paper she pulls out what I assume to be my class schedule. Thanking her I check to see what classes I received.
"Physics, American History, Algebra 2, English 3, Art, Digital Design, and last but not least Spanish 2." I mutter.
Looking around for room 105 I realized the door happens to be straight down the hallway I was walking, to the left. Opening the door the teacher Mr. Blurgsfield pauses mid-sentence.
"Well nice of you to join us Ms. Flower. Class I would like to introduce our new student Bryony Flower."
Muttering a quick hello I head straight for the only open seat in the back next to the window.
"As I was saying...." by then I stop listening because honestly I'm a lost cause at Physics.
"Psst."
"Psst."
Looking around I soon make I contact with some guy who was two seats to the left of me.
"What?" I mouthed so not to attract attention, but truthfully that option went straight out the door when he started making noises as if he was loosing air, rather forcefully.
"Meet me after class." He mouths back.
By then I choose to once again, you guessed it, ignore him like I was doing with the teacher, who would not shut up about his dog named Bobo might as well name it Hobo. I mean honestly it's a Physics class not a 'Tell your whole life story class'.
"Excuse me Ms. Flower?"
"Huh?" I asked withdrawing from my thoughts
"You're right it is not a 'Tell your whole life story class' and I think you would like a detention too right?" Mr. Grumpy asks pulling out a slip of paper with detention written on it.
"I said that out loud? My bad, and yeah I guess I would like detention, anything to get me out of this gosh forsaken class." I state. Grabbing my backpack I grab the slip and leave.
"Hey class isn't over and detention is after school!" He yells behind me
" It is when I walk out." I yell back. And not a second goes by before the bell rings.
Smirking I yell "See."
Frustrated he walks back to his class.
The same guy as earlier quickly runs up. Studying him I realized he's kinda cute with his light caramel colored eyes, dark-ish tan, and black hair.
"Hi, Caden is the name." He says smoothly
"Not interested." And with that I walk off to find my American History class.
"I was just trying to be friendly." He calls from down the hallway where I left him.
"Friends are over rated." I call back
Couple minutes later and wondering aimlessly I finally find room 420.
Entering and taking a seat at the back of the class, the bell goes off.
"Ok class I would like to introduce our new student. Bryony would you like to come up and tell the class something about yourself?" Mrs. Withers asked
Shrugging I head to the front of the class.
"My name is Bryony, I'm from California, and I was in a gang." And with that I head to my seat.
"Oh, um ok." Clearing her throat she goes on to drone about World War 1 and the reason it happened and how the U.S got involved, by then I was asleep.
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Finally it is the last class of the day. School could not be any longer.
"I would like to start a Spanish project in which you have to make a Spanish dish with a partner. And I will be choosing those partners." By then everyone was groaning.
Rattling of a list of names I finally hear my name called with some other girl named Ostera Eastwood. I mean names just can't get any stranger these days, myself included.
Noticing a shadow over my desk I look up only to make eye contact with the greenest eyes I have seen in a while. Before me stood an extremely short girl, with curly red hair and green eyes.
"Hi, I'm Ostera." She says timidly.
"Bryony." I state coolly
"Is it true about the gang part?" She asks curiously
"Yes." At that an ear splitting smile breaks out on her face.
"That is so cool." She exclaims gleefully.
"I guess." I say a little thrown off, I mean where did the shy girl go?
Huddling closer to me she quietly whispers "Did you meet any.... bad guys?"
"No, but I can tell you I met. Ghosts." I claim with a straight face.
"Really?" She squeals
"Yep, they were all white and slightly hovered over the ground." I struggled not to laugh at the gullible look on her face.
"Really?" She states once again
"Yes in fact, there is one right behind you." At that she whips around frantically looking for this ghost that is in fact not there. Glad I got her distracted I head to the door at the back of the class and quietly slip out. Briskly walking to the parking lot, I spot my Bike and head straight to it, at that time the bell rings signifying schools has finally ended.
A rush of students come flooding out the front doors of the school. Through the crowd I spot the Black haired guy from earlier. Starting my bike, I rev the engine and speed out the parking lot glad to finally leave school. Arriving home I barge through the front door and plop onto the couch in my living room.
Going over the days events I can't help but laugh at that girls gullibility. I mean ghosts? really?
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Withered
General FictionBryony Flower, not really your average 16 year old was once in a gang. A gang that will now do anything to get her back, even hurt the ones closest to her. Every choice has a consequence, but sometimes the consequences are more than we can take.
