Chapter 1
Hello I'm Elena Simmons I have long blonde hair and blue eyes. My life some call it crazy but I say it's more than words can describe. I have a mom, dad, and older brother. I'm 13 years of age and my brother is away at college he is 18. I sometimes feel like an only child. I go to Hinderville Middle and it's filled with lots of cliques. We have the preps, nerds, emos, whores, wanna be preps, normal kids, rednecks, ghetto's, and then my group. I'm not sure what my little group is considered as but all I know is a lot of people think we are lesbians. Rumors go on about me about being bi and me and my friends think Santana is lesbian with Lizzie. But to get things straight I like guys. To be exact I like one boy currently. That's it because boys at my school are jerks but will get to that later. To sum this up my life is filled with drama. I hope your ready to read this!
Chapter 2
My alarm goes off at 7:00 I jump out of bed and get dressed. I'm not a person who takes forever to get dressed. So within five to ten minutes I'm ready and sitting on the couch. I sit and wait until 7:45 that's when my neighbors come over to tell me we are leaving. I'm always late because of my neighbors! I get to school and go to my locker and get attacked by emos. For some odd reason there gathering spot has to be by my locker. Grab my books and head to homeroom. I walk in and great Mrs. Malways she says nothing back of course. All teachers hate me for no reason just to get this clear! The bell rings and Sonja walks in late. Like always she gives me the normal death stare. I used to be her friend but things went down with me and her as well as her other friends. Sonja is two faced and thinks she is the shit. It's super annoying! Anyway The bell rings and it's time to go to language.
Chapter 3
I get to language and sit in my seat. The old bag Mrs. Osburn who has to be about 90 years old yells at me for being late. " this is your third time being late Elena one more time and it's detention" she says. I grunt and roll my eyes I have a bit of an attitude problem. Mrs. Osburn goes on about how back in her day rolling your eyes at a teacher would get you a hit with the paddle. I'm tempted to tell her to shut up its the 21st century now but I keep my mouth shut. Mrs. Osburn hands us are stupid warm up and tells us we have 10 minutes. I wait for pimples behind me to finish hers within 5 minutes and ask her to go sharpen my pencil. I use my other pencil to hurry up and copy. Works every time I mumble. So I'm sure you don't wanna hear about my boring language work. So to sum it all up I sit there and do nothing and pretty much fail the class within seconds. The bell rings and the old bag tells us to have a good day. I ignore her and run out the door. It's gym time!
This is Part 1. If people like it. I'll add part 2! Well thanks for reading ! Peace(:
