The Boy Next Door (Rewriting-read description)

Chapter 3

Hello everyone! Again I am so sorry for not updating in a while, but I'm working on it and hey it's better then last time. Okay well here is chapter three of TBND, I hope you enjoy! P.S. The picture above is if the dress that Ronni wears to school.

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         I stare wide eyed out my window, four boys are laughing their asses off and Matt is holding my journal up like he just won a Grammy. No, no, no, no, no, this cannot be happening. A boy did not just sneak into my room, on what I'm assuming was a dare, and steal my journal. Oh my God, I can't breathe and if I open my brown eyes any wider I think they will pop out of my head. "Awe, cat got your tongue?" Matt says in a baby voice, "is the little girl going to cry because she doesn't have her diary?"

         "No, and it's not a diary!" I cross my arms. "It's a journal, diaries have locks." Well now that I think about it I probably should have put a lock on it. I look up only to meet the arrogant smirk that is plastered on Matt's face. "Now give it back." I whine. "Okay, but if you want your 'journal' back you're going to have to come over here and get it." Matt says, waving the journal at me in an attempt to entice me to go over there.

         "Fine" I retort. I start to get onto the ledge but when I look down and see just how far up we are I change my mind because I don't feel like dying today. When the boys realize that I am not going jump they start laughing again. "What are you afraid of heights or something?" Max teases. "No." I say defiantly. "Oh my God, you are afraid of heights." Max tries to hide his laughter, but he and the other boys inevitably burst into it. "Stop it's not funny!" I cry. "You're right," says Ian, "it's hilarious!"

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         "HEY, HEY YOU, YOU I DON'T LIKE-" I hit the off button on my alarm clock. Ugh, first day of school. It's not like I don't like school, I do, it's just that today is my first day at a new school. I sigh; at least I am not starting in the middle of the year. I slowly start to get out of the bed. I put my retainers back in their case and my glasses on my face before walking into the bathroom. I turn up my music and start getting ready to conquer the day.

         After I finish getting ready, I make sure both of my contacts are in- it may sound stupid but it has happened before- and take one last look in the mirror before I run downstairs. I grab two chocolate chip granola bars from off the counter before slipping on a pair of black flats to go with my purple dress. "Bye Mama" I whisper-shout, so I do not wake my little sister, before running outside to my black jeep. I throw my backpack onto the passenger seat and then pull out of the drive way.

         Once I get to school, I pull into a parking space and grab my bag. Breathe in, breathe out. First day of your senior year at a new school; never thought you would be saying that one Ronni. Okay I'm ready. I walk into school and somehow manage to find the front desk without getting too lost. "Um, excuse me?" I say, trying to get the attention of the lady who is working the front desk. "I'm new here and I need to pick up my schedule."

         "Name?" She asks in the most monotone voice I have ever heard. "Veronica Wilson" I reply. She searches for a few seconds and then says, "Ah, here it is," she hands it to me with a clearly fake smile, "welcome to Laurens High." Nevertheless, I politely smile back before heading off to find my locker.

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         I Walk up to my assigned locker and start to turn the knob according to the combination written on my schedule. As I am doing this a very pretty girl with gorgeous, straight brown locks, that go down to her waist comes up to me, "So you're the new girl?" She tilts her head, "Ronni Right?" Her voice dripping with curiosity. "Yeah, how did you? And how did you know my name? I ask caustically.