The Elements (CURRENTLY BEING EDITED AND REWRITED)

1. Arnold my old friend

Edited.

My first thought in the morning, after my sweet alarm clock started to ring was that I hate school so fucking much. I hate school, people, mornings, socializing so you can figure out why I hate school so much. Me and the other half of the teenage population.

I punched my alarm clock to stop the blaring from my alarm clock. I really should turn the volume down because I'm waking up with a fright every single morning.

I could sleep 5 more minutes and then I'll prepare myself for school.

Yeah, easy to say harder to do. That's what I do every single morning and that's exactly why I have to run like a maniac every morning, to get to school in time. I thought I'll learn my lesson someday but I know that day is in a very far away future, so since then I'll run every morning. The bright side is that I'll always be in shape (not a circle). 

God, why do I always have to make my life so difficult?

Now, I was running around my house trying to put my pants on, make a sandwich for school and one for now to eat, and brush my hair in the same time. I know this looks like an impossible mission especially in the morning, but somehow I can do all of them every morning.

After I made my sandwiches and put my hair in a messy bun because untangling my hair was a task not made for this time of the morning, I ran out of the front door after locking it of course.

Shadow, you idiot why you do this every single morning?? I swear I'm so stupid sometimes.

I thought as I was sprinted down the streets of New Jersey. My school is 15 minutes away from my house, if you walk calm like a normal person would, but a 5 minutes walk if you run like you have just seen a criminal with an axe. This was one of the moments when I was thanking God that I can run so fast. I'm one of the fastest kids from my school but if you think it doesn't make sense. My mom and dad can't run to save their lifes. They are more, lets say the nerdy type instead of the athletic type. And here I am, but maybe this habit of running late helped me to improve my athletic skills.

As I was lost in my day dreaming I didn't realized that I arrived at school, and I bumped into somebody, making myself fall on the floor butt first.

"Watch where are you going dump shit." a deep voice said and when I looked up I saw no other that the school notorious bad boy and player, Tyler.

I scoffed at him and got up. "Shut the fuck up before you don't lose your last neuron."

He looked taken back for a moment but recovered fast. "You should watch your little mouth, pretty girl. Are you new or something cause I don't remember seeing you around."

I stared at him with a blank face. "I'm in this school since grade 5 you idiotic jerk!" I said through clenched teeth.

"Really? Are you sure?" he said with a confused face.

"I think I remember very well where my personal hell is. And for your general culture is here. Just in case you were wondering." I said and stormed away because the bell just rang.

This idiot isn't the only one who asked me this during all those years because I'm what you call a loner, outsider, outcast, antisocial, weirdo, you name it I've been called it.. Nobody knows me or my name. Or maybe they know and ignore me. At least they're not bullying me how they used to back in the day when I moved here. They used to pick on me because I had a weird accent. I had it since I moved here from Romania in fifth grade. The reason as why moved all the way here is still unknow to me, but I know better than mingle in my parents business. And beside the fact that all kids from this school are scared of me after I beat the hell out of the school's star player shortly after I came here, I love this place.