Day One

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Well, time to start a new school year... Why? What's the point of going to school this year if I'm just gonna be made fun of?

"MOM!! Do I have to go to school this year? They have online schooling!" "Come on Madeline, you have to go to school, be social!"

"But I'm the freak! Nobody ever likes the new kid!"

"Madeline you're going to school!"

Jerk.

As you probably figured out, my names Madeline, but some people call me Maddie. My mom doesn't understand how hard it is to start a new school, especially if you're going into 8th grade.

I might as well get ready, this is a war that I will never win. So I walk over to my walk-in closet to find everything quite organized. I pick out a wine colored sweater with grey skinny jeans and tan hidden wedges. I walk over to the wall mirror at the end of the closet, to find a somewhat thin and light skinned girl with wavy brown hair and bright blue eyes.

I eat a piece of toast and run up to my bathroom to do my hair and makeup. I run my fingers through my hair because a brush would ruin the 'I curled my hair' look, I quickly put powder, mascara, and some lipstick on. I brush my teeth and rush out the door while taking out a stick of gum. While my mom looked for her car keys, I walk over to the red Mini Cooper with the British flag on the roof. I missed this little car, my mom found the keys, and we hopped in the car and we were off.

I get to my school, great, it's massive. After mom drops me off, I make my way to the office trying not to get in anybody's way. The lady at the office gave me my schedule and explained where everything was while smiling warmly. I thanked her and walked to my first class. The class had 15 students in all, for a school like this I was surprised.

The class ended and I sped walk to my next class. As I walked I ran into a football player. Uh-oh. He turned around and I forgot how to breathe. He was cute, okay, not cute he was hot! He wasn't much taller than me, maybe an inch or two. But he had blonde hair that was like Justin Bieber's old hair cut, but this guy's curled up at the bottom and he looked so much better than Justin Bieber. His eyes were a beautiful light blue, and he- he's amazing.

I started to stutter, "I'm so sorry, I'm such a clutz."

He smiled and started to laugh, "Its all good, lookin for your next class?"

He didn't care about me bumping into him. Why is he being to nice? Are all boys like this? Is he really gonna help me?

"Uh, yeah. It's Mr.Justice."

"That's my next class, come on, I'll help you find it."

"Oh, uh, thanks."

I think I'll like this school.

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Please tell me what you guys think! Yeah, it's not a good beginning, but I tried. ;)

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 30, 2014 ⏰

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