The Stolen

The First Day

{Kailee's POV}
   Its almost a month into school, and for some reason we are getting a lot of new students. I don't know anything about them, but I hope they don't bully my friends and I like a lot of people do...
   I walk to school and get greeted by my friends. Kitten is talking about a new play he is going to be in. Stephie is playing on her phone. I walk over to Mel and Daniel.
"HEYOOO KAILEE!" Daniel yells right at my face.
"Rude Daniel!" Mel says and hits his arm.
"Oww!" He complains.
"Wow guys!" I exclaim.
"What he was being rude!" Mel said.
Then we all burst out laughing. The bell rang, and Mel and Daniel had the same AB as me, or two periods, because it is 2 hours for English and History. We walk together, and all sit in the front row.
The door opens and many people come in. They all have piercings, where black, and look meaner than our regular bullies. A girl with long brown hair and hazel eyes is leading them. She is wearing a black t-shirt, a black jean jacket, black ripped jeans, short black boots, and she has two nose piercings and a lip piercing. I'm guessing she's the leader.
"And your name is?" Mrs. Walters asks.
"Nikki," she responds harshly.
"Last name please?" Mrs. Walters asks.
"Prewett, same for these three boys," she says and points to three boys. The four of them sat in a row towards the back.
   {Nikki's POV}
   "So... What do you wanna do at lunch?" I asked.
   "Let's go find somewhere to smoke," responded Micheal.
   "And a place with no people," Train responded.
   "Yeah, sure, fine with me," said Ty.
   "Okay," I said as I lit a cigarette and brought it to my mouth.
   "Miss. Prewett, there is no smoking in class or anywhere on the school campus," Mrs. Walters said in an annoyed tone.
   "Whatever!" I said putting my cigarette out by pushing it into the flesh on my arm leaving a burn. Everyone watched as I didn't even flinch as the cigarette burnt my skin, but I was used to the pain.
   A girl with black hair and dark brown eyes had been staring at me. Her hair was cut at her shoulders, and her eyes seemed to stare deep into your soul. She was sitting in the front, and I guessed that she was a nerd. Then I felt someone poke my shoulder.
   "What?!" I asked turning around, giving the person a glare.
   "My names Derek, I was wondering if you guys would like to hang with us at lunch," a boy, who was hanging with the jocks, most likely a troublemaker as well, said to me.
   "I don't like people," Train responded.
   "What do you guys do at lunch?" I asked.
   "You'll see," Derek said, and went back to talking to the jocks.