Wattpad HighSchool

Chapter 19 - Nervous (The Ooh Song)

Jenna's POV 

"HEY YOU BETTER STOP LOOKING OR YOU WON'T SEE THE SUN FOR ANOTHER DAY!" Yelled KitKat, waving her hand warningly at the second years, who were obviously staring at... well.. Blue.

I find her hair awesome! So do all the others, and being a band of geek and weirdos, she fitted right in. Most people just stare at her eyes and hair, but go deep inside she's really funny, awkward.

I looked at the flaming KitKat sit back down, and then the embarrassed lot of others... Speak about awkward. Autumn had to sit with the fiery Missy. Rumours say the Principle only took her phone away, and grounded her for a week. A WEEK!? It should be the whole year, with security to make sure she doesn't escape.

But it was crazy because the most forgiving towards Missy was Keety. She's okay with us calling her Keerthanaa, but hey! Keety's fine.

"Guys! What was I just saying, we need to move on from that problem." Keety repeated, smiling.

"I don't know HOW! You can be so... SO! Forgiving to Missy, she's caused you the most problems in this case." KitKat growled.

"Yes. But that problems solved."

"So your saying we become friends." Darkness groans, Keety facepalmed.

"No... what I'm saying is. THE WHOLE PROBLEM IS OVER! You guys just keep holding onto it. Just breathe in and out and let it go!" She said, as she went back to her happy self.

"Well if put it that way then I guess so..?" Maya sighs, and stood up "Shall we go to the movies today... Its a Friday after all!"

"Yes!! I want to see a movie!" Justine enthusiastically squealed, everyone agreed.

"Okay 4pm, everyone meet outside the gates and we'll take the bus!" KitKat confirmed as the bell rang, everyone nodded as they separated ways. It was French for Blue, me and Keety so we went in a three, talking and fangirling.

"So how's Damian!" Keety asked with a smirk as Blue giggled, I looked down at her blushing. "H-He's fine..." Keety looked up at me, for some reason Keety always stays the perfect size for my chin to lean on her head. We've done this whole thing ever since Year 8, its really cute. We reached the doors, and found that we were not late. We sat at the second to last row, and started talking about things that randomly came up through our minds. Until our teacher skipped in, with a loud, excited voice "BOJOUR!"

"Boujour! Madame!" We all chanted in unison, and she sat down. "Well today we will be doing the perfect past tense! So please open your text book and write down how to change the verbs from present to past!"

We all obeyed, and got our exercise books out and started writing.

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"Hey Blue!" I said, knocking on her dorm door. It was time to go to the movies and waited. I knocked again after a awhile. I tried the doorknob this time, it open within a squeak.

"Uh.." Weirded out, I took a cautious step in. "Blue?" She still didn't answer, I walked in this time and saw her room. It was awesomely artistic, simple but awesome! There was a book on her desk, just the one, with her rucksack on the back of her desk. I walked over to it slowly and it was on the first page... And I couldn't help but be curious.

[March 18, 2015]

Today was the same as everyday, I'm not really around anyone, or talking at all really. It's hard, making friends. Being called a freak because your hair is not normal. Its not my fault, my hair is naturally LIKE this , Its very...VERY Blue. Ombred from dark blue to a light deep blue, with some black streaks... and its all natural. Some people may deny the fact or think its a wing, but I mean it when I say I say its Natural. Only 6% of the world are naturally born with the pigment in every root of their hair that has a chemical reaction with the sun to cause a colour as a result. The colour can be a range of colours, from white to jet, JET BLACK, and my case two colours, dark blue and light blue. Along with that, being the new girl is hard. I'm shy, and trying to speak to someone is so hard. I fear they might backstab me like everyone else did to me in the past. Being made fun of non-stop not only because my hair, but because my birth mother has left me at the age of 3. I felt weak, worthless. I still do. I see all these girls, wearing crop tops and shorts that show their butt, why do people do that? It's disgusting, trying to show off to a guy. And here I am, t-shirt, hoodie and jeans. It makes me wonder, why do I have to be like everyone else? Why can't I be me? So, I changed. And to this day, I'm trying not to break. It hurts, it hurts not being able to be me. Why am I such a screw up?]

(A/N - So that's a combo of Blue's and Jenna's story! HOPE U LIKEY!)