Wow

Two

I cruise through the parking lot looking for a parking space.

Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope..

Row after row they're all taken. I sigh and keep searching. I keeping looking and finally find one.

"Yes!" I yell. Right after I say that though, another car turns and parks in it instead. They almost hit me in the process.

Great. I mutter a couple curses under my breath, but move on and keep driving.

I finally find another one and hurry and park. Sighing in relief I turn my car off and get out, making sure to lock the doors in the process. I can still remember the last time I didn't do that. Someone spray painted nasty things on my car seats. I shudder at the memory. This is the new school not the old one. You got this, Lylah. You'll be fine.

I start walking forwards the front of the school. It's a sort of long walk. I had to park at the corner of the parking lot because there was hardly any parking places! I don't mind that much though. I need the exercise anyways. All I do is sit on the couch and read or watch movies on Netflix or Hulu.

After a mintue or so I reach the front doors. Okay, I'm here. I'll be fine. All I have to do is get through lunch and my classes. I'll be fin-

"Move it, shrimp. I have places to be and don't have time for you to stand in my way."

I turn around to see a tall boy, looking down at me. I know I'm shorter then the average person, but what the heck? Rude much?

"Stop staring and move," he pushes me out of the way.

"Sorry," I mutter. I try to be nice most of the time, even though my thoughts are completely different.

I push through the door before someone else comes. As soon as I do, I'm greeted with a sea of people. Great. This is going to be fun.

I start walking through the sea of people. Barely missing a few people as I'm walking. A few even called out at me and insulted me. Wow. Great way to start out the day.

I finally manage to get to the office so I can get my class schedule. I walk up to the front desk. The secretary is just typing away at the computer. I cleared my throat, and she looked over at me.

"Hi, I'm Delylah Caster. I was wondering if I could get my class schedule?" I said with a smile.

She just stared at me for a few seconds. Is there something wrong? Is it my hair? Why is she staring??

When she finally snapped out of it she smiled, "Yes, you can."

She started typing into the computer again. Then she got up and walked a short distance to the printer. She grabbed the piece of inked paper that just appeared and handed it to me.

"There you go. You're homeroom teacher is Mr. Gate, you have him for English, and your locker number is 108. The combination is on the paper."

"Thank you, miss."

"You're welcome."

I started to walk out of the office. Right as I was at the door, the woman said, "Be careful. The kids aren't so nice.."

I turned around and said, "I will."

I know many kids aren't that nice, take the guy from earlier for example, but they can't be that bad.

I walked out of the office and took in my surroundings for a couple seconds. The crowd has thinned out a little. I look at the clock in the hallway. Seven fifty-nine. Shoot. School starts at eight o' five. I still have to find my locker and my class.

I rush towards the nearest locker to see its number. Ninety. Okay that's semi-close to what my number is. The locker beside it on the right says ninety-one, so I continue on looking moving right.As I was doing so, I bumped into someone. A big someone.

"What the-" I start.

I hear the person's books fall to the floor.

"Ouch," the person says.

By the sound of it it's definitely a guy.

"Oh my lord, I'm so sorry," I looked down and start picking up the books. I expect to see someone down here helping but nope. He just stands there. As I pick up the books, I see a name. Jace.

I raise my head up, books in hand, and see the boy with a scowl on his face. Very handsome face I might add. Green eyes, brown hair. Dang.. he's cute.

I only get to gawk for a second before I'm on the ground again. He took the books and pushed me down.

"Watch where you're going, grape," he says as he turns and walks away.

Well then. Okay. I pick up my bag and start looking at the locker numbers again. One hundred. I walk past seven more lockers and finally see mine. It's right next tto the wall, so I should be able to remember where it is. I get my stuff out. Trying to pick out what I need for the day. Once I'm done, I head to the office again to look for the time.

Eight o' three. Nooooooo. Gosh I need to hurry. I look down at my schedule and see that the door has the number 103. Okay so first floor, third door? I look around wandering until I finally see the classroom doors.

The warning bells rings. One minute to get to class.

Okay Lylah you're almost there. You got this.

I look at the door numbers, and fast walk into the their one. I sigh a breath of relief when I see Mr. Gates written on the board. Thank the lord.

I look around aand attempt to find an empty seat. I find one in the back row, but it's next to Mr. Mcruderson who I bumped into in the hall. Shoot.

I walk over and sit next to him. I hope he doesn'Right as the bell rings. Mr. Gates walks in.

"Okay, find a seat people. Now would be great." He says loudly.

A boy still lingers out of a chair. Wow.

"Rod, sit. Now. Do I really need to handcuff you to a seat?"

"Well, Mr. Gates, I would, but this emo freak is sitting in my seat," he says while staring at me.

Oh no. He did not just..

"Too bad, so sad, Rod. Sit beside Rose over there. She doesn't bite," Mr. Gates says.

"You sure about that?" He gestured to her pencil. It has bitemarks all over it!

Mr. Gates glared at him.

"Fine, fine," Rod said. He sat down next to Rose.

Well okay then. This is going to be an interesting class.