alternative (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)

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Zeta's POV

This wasn't where I wanted to be.

This was actually the literal last place in the world where I wanted to be. I moved... again. For the third time! My family has been moving a lot lately. My name is Zanetta, but everyone calls me Zeta. And by everyone, I mean mostly me. My old friends said that I was named that because I was a literal gift from God, but my parents told me that I was just a mistake.

My mom, Juliana, was a junior in high school. She wanted to go to college to be a nurse, but she and my dad, Wyatt, fell for each other and hooked up, later having me. My dad wanted to be a comedian, but said that if he had worn a condom that could have happened. I'm an only child, because after having me, my parents didn't want anymore "little burdens."

The door to my new school felt really heavy, and I couldn't open it. I struggled to push it open, but it wouldn't budge.

"You have to pull." a voice said from behind me.

I whirled around, it was a tall guy with brown hair and blue eyes. By far the hottest guy I'd seen. He reached his arm out, I jumped back. "Relax." he chuckled "I'm not gonna hurt you." he pulls the door open for me, "T-Thanks," was all I could say as a tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear, nervously.

I kept my eyes on his as I walked through the door, not that long after, I bumped straight into a wall and fell to the floor. Laughter echoed across the hallways. The boy helped me up, "Wow, you must-" "...be having a bad day?" I giggled awkwardly "Yeah, I just moved here." He smiled, "Well the principal's office is right over there," he says, pointing "I'll... see you around."

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! He must think I'm a complete idiot! That's a damn good first impression I made two seconds into my first day!

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"Principal Alders." I sighed, holding back the annoyed tone in my voice "I just want my schedule, I don't want to join any clubs right now." He rolled his chair back to the filing cabinet behind him and handed me two pieces of paper; one which was my class schedule and one being a map of the school. "Thank you," I get up.

"Wait." he says, plainly.

I roll my eyes and sit back down "Your last principal informed me that you are recommended to be in counselling after school." Why does every school think I need a counselor!? I'm completely fine pretending to be fine! "We have a very talented school counselor who could meet with you after school-"

"Really..." I hesitantly interrupted "I don't need a counselor, Mr-er...Principal Alders. Honestly, I'll be fine." I get up to leave. "Alright," he sighs "just come back anytime if you change your mind." I forced a smile before leaving for my first period.

Rubbing my wrists and pulling down my sleeves, I walked into my first period class, World History. As I walked up to the teacher, I could feel every eye on me. I cringed to myself and sighed. I poked the teacher on her shoulder, "Ms. Thompson?" she turned around and studied me, "Yes?" I offered my hand, "I'm Zanetta Taylor. The...new girl. Ahem, is there...uh... anywhere in particular you want me to sit?"

She looks around the room and points towards the back, "There... by Emerson. Emerson! Raise your hand!" a girl with curly blonde hair raised her hand and I went to the desk beside her, "Hi," I say awkwardly "I'm Zeta." she cracked a smile and whispers, "I'm Emerson... in case you couldn't tell." we giggled quietly as we copy of the notes from the board.

I heard a harsh "Shh!" from behind me. I look back, and a girl with red hair and bold make up gives me a death glare. I turn back to Emerson, "Who's that?" I whisper.

She glances behind us, "Oh, that's Jessie." she sighed and jotted down a couple more notes "She thinks she's better than everyone else, to be honest."

"Why?" I ask, dumbly.

She just shrugged and for the rest of class we're silent.

The bell rang, and Jessie pushed her way past me. I just release a breath of air I didn't know I had and grab my bag. "Can I see your schedule?" Emerson asks. I just nod and hand it to her before gathering the rest of my stuff. "Hey! We have the same lunch!" I didn't know how to reply without sounding lame, so I just state, "Cool." I take my schedule back and she takes me to my next class, "Thanks," we waved goodbye.

Until lunch, the rest of my day was a drag. The quad was huge and there were a lot of high school kids everywhere. I felt like an ant surrounded by beetles. The school was a lot bigger than any other one I'd ever been to.

I was happy to be invisible.

Eventually, I met up with Emerson and her friend group. "Thanks for letting me have lunch with you." I faked a smile. "Oh, no problem!" she beamed "This is Nora, Lucy, Jack, Ryan, and that's Aria." she pointed to each person. I waved, "Hi, I'm Zanetta." they waved back.

Nora had black hair with it pulled back, long earrings, brown eyes, and pale skin. She seemed like a goth almost. Lucy had long brown hair, honey skin, and brown eyes. She wore bright colors and had a big smile on her face; she seemed like the sweet, shy type. Jack had chestnut skin, dark eyes, and black, fine-cut hair. He wore leather and had ear piercings. Ryan had blonde hair, blue eyes, and porcelain skin. He was kind of cute. Aria had long blonde hair, blue eyes and light skin. She and Emerson were twin sisters. They seemed like a jumbled bunch.

"So...Zanetta" Jack started.

"Please," I said "call me Zeta."

He nods, "Alright. Zeta..." we chuckled together "you're new?

I nodded, "Yes. From Washington."

"Why?" Lucy asked "If you mind me asking."

I sighed, "Well..." I rubbed my wrists, nervously, "I don't really want to talk about it..."

She cocks her head to the side, "Okay, I'm sorry..."

"No. No. No. It's alright... It's just... complicated."

I tried to change the subject off of me. I really didn't like being the center of attention. Or having any attention on me in general. They seemed to be really nice people, but I barely knew them, so I couldn't trust them to tell them anything about why we had to move from Washington.

After school, I headed back home. My parents didn't even look up or say hi to me. I sigh and plop onto my bed. I looked through Instagram from my computer, all six of them asked to follow me already. I smirked, then started my homework. Maybe this whole situation won't be so bad after all.

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