Your're Not Boring I just Suck at Conversations, I'm Sorry.

Chapter 1

The halls reeks of sweat, new books and teenage idiots. Grace has no idea why her mom made her come here, seeing what happened when her idiotic brother came here. Her fellow students stare her down, catcalling, yelling and any and every other rude, vulgar acts there are to be against a woman. I look to the ground hoping nobody remembers me. The worst part is James picked my outfit. Being apart of a rule the older kid picks your outfit. I never wanted to participate in this rule,  but its a high school tradition in our family. James choose my shortest shorts,  and to add to that they have rips on what little fabric is left.  My shirt is a low cut tank top and his famous leather jacket. He let me wear my choice of shoes,  high top Converse. My make up was thick and hair styled to close perfection. As I walk I see class rooms upon class rooms.  I finally find my homeroom,  room 6B-E. The school is large, therefore they need, A west and East wing along with like, 2 or 3 floors. As I walk in more people notice me. My teacher looks at me, color draining from her face. I smile and sit in the back of the room as far from people as i can. After about 3 minutes the bell rings, homeroom isn't necessary, but freshmen have to go on the first day for paperwork and stupid things. Roll gets called then all of the sudden my name gets called " Grace Coleman." The teachers voice cracking as my last name comes from her mouth. I hear the mumble of other students, my brothers name, James, reoccurring multiple times. I roll my eyes and mutter " Here." More chatter erupts in the room. The teacher hands out our papers, her being lenient about approaching me. When our first block bell rings, no one moves but me. I shrug and walk out, then hearing the clatter of chairs and talking. Just being in one class was fun enough, imagine my next four. As I walk up the stairs to get to my Language arts class on the 3rd floor, West wing my phone rings. James. I pick up " Hello," " So, How is it?" he says. I sigh " Three people have asked about the jacket and over 50 catcalled. My homeroom teacher is terrorfied of me." His laughter pours from my phone. " Oh my, Where are you at?" I look around, " 2nd floor, common area." His voice gets filled with excitement " Go to the west wing stair case and go under it, You'll find my gang, give them the phone I need to tell Carlos something." I huff and find the stair case, all the way across the school. I get to the stair case about three minutes later, I duck under and see a group of about 10 guys. " Aye yo we got us a cutie, whats your name mami?" I chuckle " Grace," They laugh " Well whats your last name Grace?" I still have the phone to my ear, James cutting in saying " Coleman Grace say Coleman" I shift my weight to one leg "Coleman." They freak out and all get on their knees. " The new Coleman is here! We are so sorry mam, we didn't know." I stare in shock. " Grace put the phone on speaker." I do as James told and hold it out. " CARLOS SANCHEZ!" He yells, the one who was hitting on me, stands. His face is full of fear and regret " Hello James." "Carlos I need you and the guys to commit to Plan 254." Carlos stares blankly at me " Are you serious? You want that?" I stand there, very confused. They all stand and James speaks up " Yes, she needs it." I look at them " What is plan 254?" James clears his throat. " They are going to keep watch for you, walk with you everywhere, sit with you at lun.." I take a huge breath as I interupt him " James im my own person I don't need them to be little bodyguards." All of the guys gasp. I roll my eyes and duck under the stairs case. Hanging up the phone with James, making my way to class.