Good Girl Gone Bad

2 | Someone Play Him A Meghan Trainor Song

Listen to: No By Meghan Trainor for this Chapter.

Chapter Two: Someone play him a Meghan Trainor song.

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I'm late.

And that is completely and utterly normal. So is my frantic morning rush and hastily gobbled breakfast. I decided to wear something a little fancy today, it being the first day back, so I went with a black choker top, white ripped jeans, black ankle boots and a white beanie cause it was getting colder and I adore beanies. Basically I was black and white today. Hey, that was a Michael Jackson song.

My brother had already left, considering he went to a different school then me and it started earlier than mine. Yelling a quick goodbye to my mom, I grabbed my backpack in one hand and skateboard in the other, stumbling out the front door.

Rushing to the sidewalk, I let my board fall onto the ground and hopped on, giving a firm push against the ground as I took off. I loved riding my skateboard. It gave me this amazing feeling; like I was free and could go anywhere, do anything I like. Weird, I know, but Graffiti here was my safe haven. Yes, I named my skateboard. Suck it up.

Autumn was approaching and it was by far my favorite season. I loved how the leaves changed colour. How they merged from green to brown to orange and then a glorious gold. How they danced through the air when falling, free for a precious few moments before the ground claimed them. How there always seemed to be an amazing crisp wind blowing. Autumn was bliss.

Today was bordering on amazing, weather-wise. The sky was a rich, watery blue, dotted with clouds like thick puffy cotton swabs stuck to it. The sun hid behind them shyly, emerging occasionally to pour buttery sunlight onto the world. A slight wind blew, cool enough to make me sigh in relief. And everywhere, tiny glorious leaves danced through the air gleefully before reluctantly landing onto the ground.

A perfect morning. Or so I thought.

When I was young, I used to wonder how celebrities actually got popular. Once I used to believe it was only the talent. I don't anymore. Now I realize that this world strives off fame and fortune. Just those two things. Not kindness. Not talent. Just beauty and money. It sucks, sure. But its the way of the world, so I learned to deal with it, considering I had none of the above.

But it still stung as the school bus rolled by, right on time, and kids hung from its windows, leering at me. 'Need a ride, Flabby Faye?' One kid shouted and the rest burst into laughter, the echo reverting back to me long after the bus was out of sight. I hated high school. All everybody did these days was judge each other and then complain about it. Ironic.

It took me less than the usual time to reach school and soon I was rolling up to the impressive place, watching the peach and white building grow bigger the closer I came. Amherst High was known for its amazing education and the opportunities it provided its students. Around 83% of its students graduated with flying colours and went on to do great things. Or so I've been told. All I've actually seen are self obsessed biatches (technically, that isn't a bad word) and egotistical jerks. They have money so they automatically assume they have superiority. I pity what this world has become.

I didn't slow the board as I neared the front door but instead picked up my speed, jumping over the small stair case with a flick of my feet and dodging the gathering students. Rolling down the halls, I frantically maneuvered my board around everyone, heading for my locker and hoping for no interruptions. On the way, I picked up my schedule from an extremely sour receptionist and glanced at it occasionally, almost at my destination.

Of course I couldn't get there without incident. Of course not. Because my life holds no pity for me whatsoever.

Halfway there, I realized I was approaching 'The Crazies'; the group of incredibly snobby, conceited, rich, popular kids. These kids 'Ruled the School' apparently. I said a quick prayer to myself as I approached them, hoping they would pay me no heed and I could pass without embarrassing myself.