One Day At A Time

Chapter 1

        Today is the first day of my junior year at Riverdale Highschool. If I'm going to be completely honest, I hate this school with a burning passion. Most of the teachers are complete assholes and don't give a shit about their students. Then, there's the students. The jocks, the cheerleaders, populars, nerds, goths. Plenty of cliques, which is where many flock to. I have my own little group. Most people dislike us but I don't mind. I'm quite happy with who I have.

         Ever since I got my license, I've been driving myself to school. My car is my most prized possession. It is a 1967 Chevrolet Impala. Its paint is a beautiful, metallic black. I work on it myself, so despite it being so old, it runs quite smoothly. No one drives it except my boyfriend, Campbell, and I.

        I rounded into the huge parking lot of the school. Students noticed my car and quickly backed off. To be completely honest, I would hit them with this damn car if I could. However, I do not want to go to juvie when I'm only 16.

        After sighing and putting my car in park, I slowly got out. I stalked to the door, carefully watching every person I could. A few of them met my cold gaze, and shifted to move out of my way. The whispers started. It's usually the same, "It's the crazy bitch," or, "Move. Don't want to get stabbed." I respond to this with a raise of my middle finger and an insane grin.

      The freshmen were having an assembly in the auditorium but all the other grades were allowed to go to their homerooms. As I arrived in front of my locker, a pair of hands covered my eyes. 

       "Guess who." The familiar voice came from behind me, causing me to laugh. "Hey Campbell." I greeted my boyfriend, turning around to hug him. Campbell, who I usually call Cam, has brown hair that reaches his ears. His eyes usually seem brown, but they usually appear hazel when in direct light. He's about six feet tall and quite skinny.

        I, on the other hand, am quite different. My black hair reaches my waist, although it is usually up in ponytail. I have icy blue eyes which I usually paint in dark eye shadow, black eyeliner, and black mascara. My lips are usually coated in either black or dark red lipstick. I usually dress in all black, and metal bracelets or rings. I'm about 5'7" and about average size.

        As I released my boyfriend, Cecilia, Brad, Gabriel, and Carl walked up to us saying their own greetings. A perfect start to the day.

        "How was your summer?" Gabriel asks me, smiling brightly. "Eh, fine I guess." I reply, opening up my locker. "Wow, no details? I see how it is." He laughs. Carl punches him lightly. "Don't bother her. We all know she was probably up all night." He points out. "Stop making fun of my insomnia, dick face." I say, glaring at him. This makes Brad laugh. "Dick face? That's a new one." 

        This is how things usually go. We make fun of each other a lot, but we rarely actually fight. 

        Cecilia shakes her head at all of us before speaking up. "Who are your guys' homeroom teachers?" She questions. We all fumble for our schedules, taking them out and examining them. "Mr. Wheeler." I announce, raising an eyebrow. "Hey, same here!" Campbell chimes in. "Perfect!" I reply happily, smiling. See, the thing about our school is you travel with the same group of kids to all of your classes.

        "Ooh. You and your little boyfriend in the same class? This should be interesting."

        Right. That's one person I forgot to introduce. Ann. I have Dissociative Identity Disorder. Ann is one of my personalities, my sister actually. Then there are four more. Kat, who is full of despair. Bell, who is absolutely insane and extremely dangerous. Then Derrick, who is the protector of me. Finally, Aiden who is the brother of Bell, and he is exactly like her. Everyone I'm close to knows about Ann and the others, along with my other mental disorders. I won't spend time listing all my disorders right now. My friends still embrace me even if I'm crazy. That's another reason why I love them.

        As I got out my notebook and shut my locker, the bell rang. "Well, let's go. See you all at lunch!" Campbell announced before him and I walked to our homeroom.

        What kind of person will Mr. Wheeler be?