Surviving You

Chapter 1

Who Knew - Bryan Lanning

A Friday of Firsts

I could just walk away. That would be the easy thing to do.  To just go home. The devil on my shoulder was screaming those words at the top of his lungs. "Go home! Now's your chance!" he said.

But since my dads basically a sociopath, and would practically kill me if he found out I was skipping on my first day, he would have my head on a silver platter. But it's not like I don't like him worrying about me. It's just that he does a little to much. But trust me. I understand why. Being the daughter to a multi-millionaire does have it's pros, but certainly it's cons.

 So, with that fact in mind, I approached  the double doors to my enourmous new school, that I will attend for the next  year of my life,  and instantly regretted it.

Why didn't I tell my dad I was terribly sick and lay on my extremely comfortable mattress all day and watch reruns of Netflix episodes I've seen dozens of times?

Why did I absolutely have to go and waste my valuable time learning things I will soon forget, when I could continuously stuff dounuts, Cheetos, and all types of sugary sweet deliciousness, down my throut?

Because who uses the formula for Pi or the Scientific Method in their everyday life?

I know I sure don't.

'Oh I must find the angle measerment of this triangular peice of delicious cheesy pizza' says no human being on the face of the planet EVER.

Speaking of pizza, I'm a little hungry. Maybe I should just for a quick minute get--

FOCUS!

As I tiptoe through the silent hallways, I look at my surroundings in aw and amazement. "This place is not at all what I expected." I mutter to myself while my brown heel boots click on the gray marble flooring. And it wasn't. From the outside it looks elegant and fancy. Judging from the many collums aligned in the front of the school that are almost 100 feet tall.  And the way the building itself looks just screams... Money. As if many wealthy kids attend here. But the inside is not the same. It's actually the complete opposite. The inside looks like an every day high school, with lockers and posters for small clubs and activities on the walls. Every now and then I would here chatter coming from one of the near by class, but other than that, the hallway was deserted and completely silent.

Suddenly, I was scared half to death, when the bell above my brunette colored hair rings, and in less than 2 seconds, the animals rush out towards their next class, creating a stampeed as they walk.

Some in groups, some alone, and some at their lockers, but every student at North East High was standing before my eyes, and it sounded louder than fireworks on the fourth of July, just after the barbecue.

Of course, being the new girl that I am, I have no clue of where I'm going. But to make matters worse, I just stood there. Frozen to my spot. Thinking about it now makes me give myself a hard slap in the face. Soon I came to, but I didn't know where I was going. Even though I had my face buried into a detailed map of the school, it did not help.

I walked briskly getting pushed and shoved, as unfamiliar faces run past for the fear of being late to their next class.

I finally arrive at my locker, but am shocked and disgusted to the sight of a boy and girl trying to swallow each other's throats directly in front of my locker.