Not From Your Perspectives

Chapter 1: Breeze

(Note: This story has a deep meaning plot and some unfamiliar English words so feel free to ask me about parts that you don't understand.)

(Marissa's POV)

"Marissa, get your bags from the truck. We have to arrange your room now"

"Yes, mom. I'll just push the cabinets to the side!"

Just a another day, another house and another life. After pushing the cabinet, I rushed upstairs as I let my dress be blowed by the wind. The sound of the chirping birds and the breezing wind. I just love this place and I regret on being angry yesterday. This place is such a wonderful place to be.

(Yesterday)

"Mom! I don't want to move" I screamed. "It's too hard for me to leave my friends!"

"Nobody's looking back Marissa, we already planned everything perfectly, pack your clothes."

I am so angry about this happening. After the storm that didn't really jeopardized us, my mom wants us to move to another place for us to be safe. I hate her and I hate everything. As soon as we arrive, I'll I won't regret anything.

(Current)

The trees shades me as I rise my chin up in the air. The wind blows my hair into one direction as same as what it does to my dress. It's so wonderful, it's like a paradise here. It's so...

"MARISSA!"

Mom's loud voice almost made me fell. That was really scary.

"Get down here and grab your bags!"

"Yes, mom. I'm coming."

I almost forgot, I am Marissa Smith. We just moved here in Massachusetts. It's very beautiful in here. We'll, as I carry my bag, let me introduce myself more.

On my old school, I am the most unpopular girl in school. I always get teased for being quiet, for being skinny and for being ugly. I don't want to get those words into me so I just eat alone, study alone and be alone everytime. I don't have any friends at school, no one except the school janitor, has ever nicely talked with me. I love Tumblr, and there is where I am free and noisy. I am a shy girl, conservative, quiet, unsociable and just plain ugly. I always get beat up by the famous people in our school, they throw buckets of cold water at me, hit me with their books, slap me, trip me, and throw me paper balls. But look at me, I'm strong and I won't give up. So I wonder, what will be my image in my new school? Will I be like the same all over again? Or will someone accept me as for who I am?

"Honey, don't just stand there, carry your bags into your room!"

"Agh." I awoken from my silence. "Oh. Yes mom."

I dropped my bags and rushed downstairs.

"Mom, can I go outside and have a walk?"

"Okay sure. But go back in about 20 minutes. I'm about to get finished with out lunch, okay?"

"Sure mom."

I ran outside and started walking, in this beautiful place.

(Chad's POV)

"Meet me later at the bar, cutie."

"Yeah, sure."

Just another day, another fangirl and another life. After talking to the hot chick at the football court, I went out and felt the strong wind. It was running through my skin and muscles. As I remove my football gear, a flock of birds flew upon me and I heard them chirping as they pass by.