Being 16

New school new start

So I moved, I always do. It was quite boring moving over and over but it meant I could go back to where I was once from. Yes England, London to get technical.

Monday,
It all started with a good morning or for me a "Do I have to go?" I would say to myself more that 50 times.

I woke up a sad, lonely, depressing Monday. I quickly slide out of my double bed with my purple duvet half off me. I could hardly walk, I fell over a shoe when I had only moved an inch from my bed; I was that tired. My mirror facing me at this point; I couldn't even bare the thought of my own image in the mirror but I had to look, my eyes were a crystal blue which complimented my black, silky hair, that fell to my lower back and also looked like a mop of curly madness or a rat due to my hair being naturally curly and unbrushed. I looked like Casper the friendly ghost but for me the unfriendly ghost or worse the scary ghost. As I had looked in the mirror enough (30 minutes to be exact). I began to unfold my uniform and look at it's ugly appeal, blue tights, purple jumper, yellow tie. What was this? A circus? Barf. Unhappy I was. When I finally reached the point where I had stopped laughing, I put my clown outfit on ( aka my uniform) I looked like the local clown, no I'm just kidding I looked like I just threw anything on.

My transport to school was more my style of course I was going to an average high school. As I quickly dashed outside my transport awaited me: a black limo with golden Window frames and a dazzling shine that could be recognised from Mars, it had that fresh flowery smell you get when you go to a flower shop, it had enough room  that even I could take it all up, it was large with a table for drinks and food and luckily I had my croissant that smelled like it was just freshly made and a cup of hot chocolate (only the finest of course). You may think well why might a girl like myself who is rich and has enough money for private school be going to an average school, well I can't tell you that now.

When I arrived at the school, it had that cold feeling, it was grey. Large. Dirty. Damaged and had something off about it, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

Then suddenly,

"Ahhhhh." I heard a girl scream.

I ran over to see what was wrong and I trembled in horror.

"What on earth!" "I thought you were in danger."  I starred blankly at her in complete embarrassment and angrily shouted at her.

"Jeez." "Take it easy." The girl calmly replied with the eyelashes batting
uncontrollably, almost as if she was trying to keep from crying.

"Look I'm sorry I shouted at you." I said in a considerate tone whist trying to be tough.

The girl quickly ran over to me and whispered in my ear, "Look bitch don't mess with me." 

I froze in complete shock and walked away; a thousand thoughts running through my head, " Wow she is not what I expected." "She seemed like she would be nice." Typical isn't it. There is always a mean girl/boy.

As I walked along the halls of the school I began to look around. Something was off; no one was there. It was nearly empty but there was a few people but they looked strange, sad,pale complexion and bitterly cold hearted yet they all had the same look on their face,horror; everyone was covered in blood. Only a few students were around. Something was wrong. This couldn't be real. I closed my eyes, clenched my teeth and took a deep breath. As I opened my eyes everything was normal again. "Not this again." I sighed.

I began walking down the hall again and everything was weird, I felt dizzy and saw strange things and voices calling my name. " I should have listened." I repeatedly said to myself at the same time I was trying to stay calm. All I could hear was the constant ticking and the thoughts of people running through my head. "Where is she." I would hear and I ran with fear overwhelming me.