This story contains the following,
Strong Language
Intimate Scenes
& More!
You have been warned.
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Camryn
The sound of my footsteps echoed through the halls.
I was nervous, well, more scared as this was my first day at this new high school. They obviously liked to show school pride.
It's almost disgusting.
"Etowah High School." I mumbled to myself. The halls were packed with students. They all looked somewhat preppy, while I'm over here wearing my favorite black ASOS platform boots, a black and white stripped cropped shirt, and some light washed jeans.
I turned the corner and into an office. It smelt like wet cardboard. The carpets were the mixture of dark green, red, yellow, and etc.
I pushed back my silver hair as I bit my lower lip.
"May I help you?" The lady with a puke green shirt asked as she looked up from her computer. She had her brown hair in a bun and her glasses were low on her nose.
"Yeah. I came to get my schedule." I said as I tapped my fingers on the counter. She looked at me and her computer. "Name?" She asked in a bored tone.
"Camryn Holland Alaskas." The words rolled off my tongue effortlessly.
"Well Miss Alaskas, I'm printing your schedule." She said with a soft smile. She took a breath before speaking again. "But don't ever wear that shirt again, you're breaking Etowah's dress code." In response, I rolled my eyes.
Her bony chicken claws handed me my schedule. "We start the day off in home room, which allows you to do any work and your locker number and combination is in the topper right hand corner." She said with an exasperated sigh. "Would you like a guide to help you around the school?" She asked.
I shook my head no. "I'll manage." With that I left the office.
Locker 208.
I looked at the lockers close to me and they were all in the 100s. 'Maybe 208 is upstairs.'
I walked up the steps and found the locker, it was close to my homeroom. I entered the combination quickly and shoved my bag in there. I didn't have any books because I haven't checked them out yet.
I started heading to my homeroom, which was room 215, Miss Quinn. I followed the signs that pointed out where the rooms were and followed them. I was abruptly stopped by a rather large lady. She had a dark complexion and a shirt that read 'Security'.
"What are you doing roaming the halls? The bell rung five minutes ago." Her voice was raspy and deep. I looked at her ID and she was Fiona Welch. I didn't want to get in trouble. My face was hot and I felt the urge to cry.
"I-I'm sorry. I'm new here and I was in the office getting my schedule." I said shakily. I fidgeted with my hair, avoiding eye contact.
"I suppose they told you your shirt was dress code?" She asked and I simply nodded. "Get to class and you better hope I don't catch you in the halls again." She said as she sighed.
Everyone here seemed to sigh a lot.
"Yes ma'am. It won't happen again." I lied with a warm smile. She motioned me off to class without a final word. I opened the door and everyone looked at me. I shifted awkwardly.
"Ah, you must be Miss Alaskas. Welcome to my home room. Find a spot and please make yourself at home." Miss Quinn spoke.
I didn't like guessing people's ages if they ranged from their twenties to their sixties, but she looked about in her mid forties. Her hair was thin and her eyes looked sad and dark.
Everyone murmured, which was probably something about me.
I avoided all eye contact and sat down. I was so quick to sit, I felt the breeze that I left.
Two kids, one with brown long hair and the other with a dirty blonde hair looked at me. "Hey." Spoke the one with dirty blonde hair. He smiled softly.
I looked at him. My green eyes burned into his hazel ones. "Hey." I said shyly as I looked down at the desk a few moments later. "What's your name?" He asked politely.
"Camryn. Camryn Alaskas." I said lamely. "Cool. I'm Sam and that's Chandler." He replied. Chandler waved slightly and gave a slight smile.
I nodded lightly before turning away. I didn't know what else to say.
•••
Classes drug by and I was now in my last class, science with Mr. Taylor.
I tapped the rubber end of my pencil against the desk. I tried to pay attention to the boring lesson that was on the board.
I groaned at the thought of what happened in homeroom. I should've spoke to Sam and Chandler more. I felt bad that I turned away. I probably seemed rude..
My phone buzzed signaling I had a notifications.
Instagram
@chandlerriggs5 followed you!
I brought my phone under the desk and opened the notification. I followed him back. I couldn't help but notice the amount of followers. 'He probably is popular.' I thought to myself before shutting my phone off.
I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END THIS SO... YEAH. THIS ISNT GOOD BC I SUCK AT STARTING BOOKS OK
