The Girl With The Smiley Face Scar

Chapter One- Starting Over

I woke up at 7am to get ready for school. Yay. In complete honesty, I'd rather sit a Justin Bieber concert then go to high school in Caifornia with all the fake little blonde barbies and dumb jocks. I wish I could just go back to Iowa and continue on with my life, but no my parents had to difficult as usaual and make me do something that is un called for and stupid. I'm probably not going to make any friends, just be judged for being myself. No matter what you do it seems like you'l be judged in the end.

I threw on some black skinnies, a Paramore t-shirt, converse, and a couple wrist bands. I headed to the bathroom and straightened my once brown curly hair. Now its black and straight, just like I've always wanted. I put on eyeline and some black eyeshadow. When I was done, I grabbed my backpack and slug it over my shoulder and jogged downstairs. I saw my "mother" sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. "Goodmorning Alexandria" she said without emotion or looking up from the paper. "Morning." I replied with a sigh. My mother slapped the paper down and looked at me sternly. "What's the attitude? Huh?" I rolled my eyes. "Hmm, I don't know! You moved to to a new school in the middle of the last semester in California! California Audree! How do you expect me to fir in wth all the fakes and sufer stoners?" I shouted. My mother raised her eyebrow. "Well then..." Her teeth clentched and she got closer to me. I squinted my eyes shut, I knew what was about to happen. She slapped me across my face on each cheek swinging my head in two different directions. "Now go to school you little brat." She said, her teeth still clentched. My mother pushed me out the door, slamming it behind me. At least I had my car keys with me. I got into my beat up blue T Bird and drove to Hunington Beach High. I parked in the back of the lot, and walked into the school. I looked around at the people and lockers trying to get a feel of my new atmosphere. People stared at me as I walked down the hall. A clique of blonde girls whispered something and then started to giggle. I rolled my eyes, being judged wasn't something new. I looked for locker 326. I walked farther and farther down the hall in search for it. Ah ha! There it is. It was in the back, I looked at the paper I had written my combination on and studied it. As soon as I think I had it memorized I tried to open my locker. I got it open and threw my backpack inside and quickly shut it. T my surprise I saw someone standing in front of me with a smile. He had pretty lime green eyes, pale skin, blushing cheeks, dirty blonde Bieber hair, freckles, and a lip ring. He was wearing a red New York Yankees hat, baggy dark jeans, a grey hoodie, and nikes. "Hi." He said with a smile. I smiled a little. "Hi.." I said softly. "My name is Travie, my locker is right next to yours." His voice was deep and velvety, kinda sexy. "I'm. Alexandria, you can call me Alex if you want." I replied. Travie bit his lip and the bell rang. "Hey who do yo have 1st period?" Travie asked. I took my schdule out of my pocket and smoothed it out. "Science, Mr. Barlty E-2." I replied. His eyes lit up. "No way me too! Here I'll show you the way." He led me to class and as soon as I stepped inside, I saw the most beautiful emo boy sitting in the back row playing with his pencil. He had black hair, snake bites, deep beautiful green eyes, and tan skin. He was wearing purple skinnies, a green hoodie, black converse, and a Evanescence wrist band. I was hypnotized. Suddenly the boy looked up at me, I quickly jerked my head in the opposite direction. I heard him chuckle. "Um Mr. Bartly, this is Alexandria. She's new." Travie said. Mr. Bartly examined me and then shook my hand. "Nice to meet you Alexandria. You can take a seat next to Xander. Xander raise your hand please." The emo boys head popped up and he raised his hand. My heart stopped. "You two will be lab partners." I slowly walked to my seat. I was so nervous but Mr. Bartly just became my favorite teacher.