Trees

Chapter 1

Ring Ring Ring

Went the dismiss bell. I've been watching the clock the whole period. It was the second day of school. For me. I was a new student from Seattle and now I live with my mom in Long Beach, California. 

I should probably tell you ALL about me. Well I am 5'1. I used to live with my grandma up in Seattle after my dad passed away from a super bad car accident. But my mom and dad were divorced before the accident. I haven't seen my mom since I was 2. When my mom got divorced, she moved to California. She told my dad that she was going to take me with her, but he refused. So my mom took my dad to court and he won. She was so mad. but my dad treated me like I was the only thing that mattered. My name is Ella Pearson. I have brown hair. Blueish green eyes and I'm 15. Well, thats all for me, lets get back to the story. 

I picked up my backpack from the floor, put my notebook in it and unzipped the front pocket and put my pencils in the pocket. I have a Hawaiian vans backpack. I literally just got it. 

I stood up from my chair and walked out the classroom into the hallway of torture. Where students get picked on, where jocks hang out, where the popular and the non popular have a "talk", where I am. I dont know where I belong in this hallway. Maybe in the "no one cares" category. 

I kept walking in the hallway, looking all around me, until I seen a softball sign-up sheet on the wall. Looking like it couldn't hold any longer to the wall. One piece of tape left while the other one on the floor. I wrote my name in the blank space. It said try outs were today after school at 5:00, so that gives me enough time to go home and get all my softball gear. I am a catcher by the way, I've been a catcher for 10 years and I don't mean to brag but I'm actually really good at it. The gear is a pain to carry around though.

After I wrote my name, and then fixed the tape of the signup sheet and walked to my third period class. I only had one minute to get to class so I was jogging to class and right when I sat down, the bell rang. I sighed. 

"We have a new student today.Her name is" Mr. Buckley said as he read his computer, "Ella Pearson."

"I was here yesterday though." I said

"Really?!" He asked to make sure. He was really old. He always wore a red hoodie and jeans. 

"Yes, we did this whole thing about who I am yesterday, I am pretty sure the whole class doesn't wanna hear about me again." I said as I put my backpack on my lap, took out my red notebook which meant it was English and a mechanical pencil. My pet peeve is when people call it a lead pencil. Don't all pencils have lead. A mechanical pencil is actually different then just a regular pencil. It has a spring and a pipe which lets the lead push pressure through the pencil while you push and it comes out the other end of the pencil.

"You're new here, you have no right to talk to me like that."

"Umm.. if the other students can say anything, I can say anything. I'm still a person, not an alien. So I can say whatever I want." I said as I began to write my name on the paper he gave us before we came in. But after I said that, there was no comment. I'm not afraid of anyone at this school. No of them scare me.

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The period went by fast and now it was time for lunch. The worst. Lunch is basically the separation of the school. Popular with popular. Geek with geek, jock with jock. You get the picture. I really didn't want to go to lunch so before I got to the door I turned around and just walked through the hallways. But not in the middle of the hallway. On the side, leaning my shoulder against the wall until one of the doors opened and I hit my head really heard and fell back.