New Girl

"I love you so much you don't even know." I heard the voice I wasn't happy about hearing right now. His body pressed up against mine. I look into his eyes and see his burning desire to pull me even closer and kiss me like he has multiple times before.

Do I want to kiss him? Do I love him? I don't even know what love is, how can I love someone?

~Flashback~

My mom is such a bitch! She's sending me off to some performing school that my worst enemy goes to. Her parents told my mom about it now I have to go. I'm 16, I don't want to go. My dad is trying to tell my mom not to send me, but she isn't listening.

That's the thing. My dad and I have a great relationship. I'm really close with him and tell him everything. He's my best friend, but my mom doesn't know that.

Now, unfortunately, I'm on the train that will take me to hell. Yep, my parents aren't even going to drop me off, I'm going on this old, ratty train. I bet what I'm worth it could break down at any point.

Let the fun begin!

Here's my story...

When I was 10 I started singing in the shower. Mostly like boy band songs and other new artists, but what I didn't know was that my parents listened to me. They thought I had "talent" and made me, yes, forced me, to make videos and post them to YouTube.

No one watched them, so I'm not like famous or anything, but one of my video had like 100 views and apparently one of those views was from this school.

I looked at it and immediately hated it. It's full of preppy and stuck up people who have no idea what fun is. I, on the other hand, know what fun is.

Fun isn't going into class and learning how to play piano classically, no. Fun is skipping class and going to the closest pawn shop to play the electric guitar and the drums there. I'm not really a rebel, I just like fun, and that's the bottom line.

This school looks like the opposite of fun. All the kids wear vineyard vines clothes. I have never actually been to a vineyard vines store. My clothing is from thrift shops and the clearance rack in JC Penny's.

Big difference!

I just wanted throw up thinking about it, but then I would have to get up and I really don't want to do that.

I looked at my appearance. I was surprised that I actually had my pin straight black hair flowing over my shoulders today. I was wearing old, ripped skinny jeans, and a Pink Floyd muscle tee.

I wasn't afraid to show my body, but I wasn't over willing to show my body too. I could work a bikini and I could work a 1 piece. Maybe it's just me thinking that. I'm a confident person. It may come off a cocky, but I'm just confident.

Maybe I'm a little cocky...

"Hi!" Some girl interrupted my thoughts. That's another thing I don't like when people interrupt me. This girl and I are gonna have a problem.

"Hey!" I faked enthusiasm just so I wouldn't be labeled as the mean girl who is rude to everyone.

"I'm Stephanie, but you can call me Steph!" She said with too much enthusiasm for me to even think about liking her.

"Nice to meet you?" I kind of said as a question, but I meant is as a statement. Oops.

"You too!" She continued while taking a seat next to me, which I didn't approve of, but "sure, you can sit", I thought. "Are you new? I know you're going to the singing academy. I can just tell. Your style, the way you have your hair and, not too much makeup, but mascara done."

"Yeah, I'm new." I told her in an unamused tone. I just like to let people know that they're boring me without telling them directly.

"Okay..." she trailed off. I secretly hoped that she would stop talking to me and go take another seat. I don't want to make friends. I'm here to do my time and get out. "This is my fourth year here, so I guess I can show you around."

'Sure, why don't you just make yourself my tour guide.' I mentally talked to myself sarcastically while I mentally rolled my eyes at her.

"That could be fun." I acknowledged her out loud. I did like to look on the bright side of things. I'm an optimist not a pessimist. So, she could tell me who to avoid and who to talk to so I don't get into too much trouble. Also, she knows who the hot guys are.

"Why don't you start out by telling me about yourself..." she trailed off as if she wanted me to tell her my name. No. Way. In. Hell.

"I don't like my name, so I try not to tell people it. It's not a normal name because my parents aren't normal. Basically my story is I don't want to be here, but my parents want me to be one of those stupid famous monkeys to make money for them." I straight up told her reality.

"One, do you have a nickname you want me to call you?"

"You can call me Maz. That's what everyone I know calls me. My last name is Jones."

"Cool. So why do you not want to be here? It's the coolest school in America. You must be really talented to be here on a full scholarship." She explained. She went on, "I only know of 6 other people here on full scholarships."

"So I'm not the only one?!" I practically jumped at her with excitement. Maybe I'm not alone in this place.

"Don't get too excited. Five of the others are the most popular boys who are seniors this year, and the other one is the most popular girl but she's a sophomore."

"Well I'm a sophomore, what your point?" I questioned getting a little bit offended.

"They don't generally give full scholarships to younger teens. I just have my suspicions that her parents are paying, but saying she has a full scholarship so she can be popular." Steph explained.

"Interesting. Can I ask what this girls name is?" I asked praying it wasn't Bridgett.

Bridgett was the girl who I was talking about earlier. The one who kept telling my parents about this school in the first place. She is literally the spawn of the devil.

"Her name is Bridgett."

I let out a really angry groan as I heard the name, but a little bit of me had hope that it was just a coincidence.

"Why did you just groan? Do you know Bridgett?!" Steph asked me with what sounded like the last think I had left, hope.

"Yeah. She's been ruining my life since I was about 3." I informed the brown haired girl in front of me.

"OMG! You have to tell me all the dirt on her. You have to get her back for being such a bitch to everyone in the school except the other boys who have the scholarship."

"I'm not going to tell you the dirt on her, but I know how to mess with her. You know, get into her head and make her want to blow up."

"Okay. I have to go find my other friends, they're on the train too, but if you want you can come and meet them." She kindly offered.

"Thanks, but I think I'll stay here. It was really nice meeting you though. I guess I'll see you around school?" I guessed. It can't be that big of a school.

"Yeah. We'll probably be in some of the same classes." She explained to me, who, like always, is clueless.

With that Stephanie walked off to go find her friends and I slipped my headphones in my ear and turned on some Queen. Might as well since I'm wearing their shirt.

I closed my eyes and that the last thing I remember...

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It's short sorry!!!!!

That's it for right now... idk when I'll update next. I have the next few chapters but I don't know if I'll remember.

Also, my friend laurennnnnn44 also writes and she made my cover so yeah,you should check her out.

See ya next update! MUAH! 😘

~Court