Raising Haze

Chapter Three

(Hazelyne's POV)

As soon as I got to school, I automatically ran up to my two best friends, Staycie and her boyfriend, Kaden. I've known them since first grade, and I guess they got together last year. I find it weird. We're in middle school. I believe they will last, but I think they should of waited until maybe eighth grade to start a relationship. I don't know, that's just my opinion.

"So, you're hair got longer." I snapped out of my trance and looked at Staycie. She flashed her perfect smile at me.

"I know. I love it."

"Me too. I think it would look better black or brown though. It would bring out your eyes."

"Yeah, your eyes are pretty fantastic. I've never seen anyone else with eyes that green." Kaden added. Stace gave him 'the look.' Shaking my head, the bell rang and we took off to find our lockers. 

This was going to be a good year.

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"Locker 213." I whispered to myself. The middle school was pretty big.There were three floors. Each floor for each grade, except the gyms and lunch area were on the first floor. I was never on the second floor before, so I was slightly lost.

Looking at all the numbers, I found 210, 211, 212, and finally, 213. Smiling, I looked at my schedule with information and stuff on it and put in the combination. I put in my notebooks, pencil case full of pens, penciles weren't my thing. Don't know why, just never liked them, and whatever other things I had in my bag. I had tape with me, so I taped my schedule onto the inside of the locker door, breifly looking over it.

First Period: Pre-Algebra

Second: World History

Third: Art

Fourth: Life Science

Fifth: Creative Writing

Sixth: Study Hall

Seventh: Gym

Eighth:Home Economics. 

I thought Home Ec. was eighth grade, but alright. I have no complaints with this. 

The bell rang, and I ran around trying to find my art class. Eventaully, I found it. Five minutes late.

"Great for you to join us, uh..." The teacher, Mr. Mathews said.

"Hazelyne." I responded. Couldn't expect him to remember my name. He looked at me with a shocked, but interested expression.

"Hazelyne?" He asked.

"Yeah? But I usually go by Haze." I responded sweetly. He nodded, and motioned me to a seat.

Looks like he likes me since he yelled at the girl to walk in after me. Weird.  But, either way, I was going to make this a good year. Nothing was going to ruin it for me. Not like anything could anyway.