The Lost One

School

   I take the bus to school. Walking  off the smelly-speeding-death-trap, I go through the front doors to my school, Cancelot High. I stop at the registration office to get my schedule. We have 8 "bells" or classes, including one called "advisory". I guess you could say it's where they take attendance and you spend the first miserable 15 minutes of the day.

  Name: Mira Watercress

  ADVISORY: LEENA MCMULLEN

      Order of classes: Advisory, History, Math, Language Arts, Computer Science, Science, Advanced Chemistry, Gym

      Oh, great. I'm totally  looking forward to this year. I wandered the halls and soon found my advisory teacher. She seems nice. Taking my laptop out of my bag, (I know this is slightly unusual and you shouldn't be allowed to have it but go with the flow) I enter my password. I open up my favorite site called Wattpad. I check my messages and scroll through my Library. Switching over to my social media, (Instagram, Snapchat, Vine, Twitter) I post a cute Instagram pic of me in my school outfit. I love drawing and sketching, as well as working with computers and designing clothes. I've been making and designing my clothes for a while. Some of them I buy from stores, though.  The bell rings, and I quickly put my laptop in my bag and head to my first class with my latte.

     History is one of the subjects I enjoy. I'm not a nerd, but I enjoy school. I take a seat near a nice, dome-shaped window. The class starts filing in and I spot my BFF Ariana. I pat the desk next to me and she plops down. "Hey, I haven't seen you in like- wait, let me count- 3 days." Ariana laughs, and I join in. Ariana is one of those people who are contagious.  She is popular, but she isn't snotty. The teacher walks in. "Hello class, my name is Mr. Mellonganger, but you can just call me Mr. M. I enjoy teaching history and hope you will learn the creative aspects of it. I can be fun and even slightly goofy at times, but this does not mean you won't be doing anything in this class." He pauses and writes something on the smartboard. Your first assignment- pick a partner and a book.  The books are in the table, and you will be doing an essay on the person in the book. Tell me their greatest achivements, as well as how they contribute to the modern world. Be prepared to do a speech. If I see ANYONE slacking off, you will be called upon immediately. I look at Ariana and nod. She waltzes over to the table, searches through the books, and picks one. It says Piccasso. Thank god.

   After history, I walk over to math. Ariana is in a different class, so I'm on my own. I wouldn't say I'm extremely smart, but I do learn faster than everyone else. I find my teacher in the room, along with a boy wearing a black leather jacket and some of his friends. As I walk in, they all eye me. Some of them are checking me out and some are studying my face. Feeling self conscious, I take a seat in the front row. I pull out my Maze Runner notebook, binder, and pencil pouch. They are all Maze Runner ones, I really like that fandom. I take my phone and earbuds out and put on they Ariana Grande's  song called "Popular Song". I open my notebook and start to draw a girl swinging her hair. (Picture above) I continue drawing, not really hearing or noticing someone step behind me. I feel a tap on my shoulder and jump. Taking out my earbuds, I turn around. "Hey beautiful, my name's Carson. You draw really well, by the way." I guess one of the boy in the leather jacket's friends says. "Hi! My name's Mira. Thanks for the compliment!" I say, trying my best not to be rude. I don't know these people, and I try to ignore the fact that he's hitting on me. I return to my drawing, trying to ignore him, but guess what? He sits RIGHT NEXT TO ME. He studies me while I draw, and I feel kind of weird. The other boys are watching this play out. "Um, did you need anything?" I ask. "Nothing but your body." He replies. EW. EW. EW. EW. EW. EWWWWWWWW! GET AWAY FROM HIM! My mind screams at me. "I don't know WHAT kind of idea YOU got when you saw me, but whatever it is stay away from me. I don't need people in my life who want nothing but my....body. You know, at first I thought you were nice and I tried not to be rude, but you really are a douchebag, you know that?" I glare at him, and he stands up with an unreadable look on his face and walks to his other seat (the one he was sitting in before).

             After math class, I tell Adriana about it. "Well, it could have gone worse...." she says a minute after I tell her. We go to our lockers (that are thankfully close together) and I drop off my first 2 periods stuff. Taking a sip of my latte, I look at my locker. I had time yesterday to come here, find out which locker is mine and decorate it. And let me tell you- that thing has fangirl written on it. Literally. It has maze runner stuff, harry potter stuff, and even some hunger games stuff. Adriana's looks about the same, just with different fandoms. We go to a private school, so we have a lot of privileges (laptop, decorating locker, stuff like that).

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