Bullied By The Pack 'ThePack ff' {On Hold}

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Edited

Alexia's P.O.V

I walked to history. When I opened the door, I quickly wanted to close it. Teens were talking here and there. Girls in the corner, preps in the front. Boys in the back trying to be cool. all that and a young teacher trying to handle them all. Stereotypical.

"You must be our newest student" The teacher said, sort of loudly to catch the students interest. Everyone shut up and looked at me. A blush dusting on my cheeks as the attention was all on me. Talk about embarrassing. "Who are you dear?"

"My name is Alexia Rivers" I said the lines as I practiced them the days before. My accent rubbing in front of the whole entire class. Two boys in the back snickered as the rest of the class went back to talking to their other friends. So much for a good first impression. A sigh escaped my lips and decided to take the last empty seat. Dead in the middle of the class.

The teacher groaned as his patience was cut short. He slammed his hands on the desk, making everyone quiet again. "Thank you, so very much. Now we shall start our history class about..."

I listened to the teacher, writing down notes about the topic, when a piece of paper hit the back of my head. I swear... I turned around and saw one of the boys that was snickering earlier mouthing 'Read it' I picked it up the small piece and glanced at the boy. Ill do it when class is over.

After the teacher blabbed about the history of America and the revolutionary war for a good hour. The bell saved me from the thing I hated most, boredom. He dismissed us and I picked up my school bag. I left the class with the note in my hands. Heading to my elective class. Art.

'Welcome to Living Hell.' It read in messy hand writing. 'What is this supposed to mean?' I asked myself and put it in the recycling bin. 'Oh well...' Walking down the hall, I went into the art room.

In here, it was fairly quiet. Not many students sat on the stools. I was suddenly met with a women. Her hair purple, in a pony tail. Her clothes already spotted with paint.

"Hello, you must be the new student, I'm Mrs.CupQuake." She said with joy. Looking around she sighed.

"You can sit next too... Matthew Nooch." She said with a disappointed look on his face. A soft smile on her face she seemed playful.

The male, whos name was Matthew, shot up from his sleeping position. "Ummm, What was the question?" He said sheepishly and smiled.

"Don't let that happen again Matthew... You can sit next to him dear" She said while preparing for today's lesson. Walking away too her own desk.

I silently walked over and sat next to him. I shifted in my spot before looking up the brunette. "Hello, I'm Alexia." I said quietly and politely.

"I'm Mat, The coolest person that ever lived." He attempted to say smoothly but his voice cracked a little. His face suddenly turned red and I had to cover my mouth to stop from laughing.

I can already tell we will be friends. Good friends at that. "You keep telling yourself that." I spoke with sarcasm. Then I patted his back twice before class started. Mrs.CupQuake began her lesson.

My mind wandered back to the note I received earlier. I bit my lip as I couldn't stop thinking about it. 'Welcome to a living hell....'

((in the process of getting changed from a TeamCrafted ff to ThePack ff))