Chapter two.

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*Katie's Pov*

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"Ughh!" Today's the first day of my senior year and I'm not really looking forward to it. I woke up kind of late so I don't have time to take a shower. I slip on some skinny jeans, and a Hollister hoodie, with my black vans. And a yums SnapBack. My hair is already straight so I just place the SnapBack backwards on my head. I walk downstairs and just grab a granola bar to eat on the way, and Ofcourse my mom isn't home. She is never home, so I'm always by myself. She's a surgeon and she's not home until like 3am.

I get into my car and drive to school, when I get there I see jayden with her boyfriend drew, witch is Wesley's bestfriend. I really don't mind, I mean, I know I hate wesley, but I'm not going to get in the way of someone's happiness. When I walk up to them she runs up and hugs me, "Katie! I missed you! I hardly even seen you all summer!" She smiles widely at me. "I know, I missed you too, but you know I had to babysit all summer." I had to babysit my cousin because my aunt got a new job and she's never home, so I got to take care of her. She's only 5. "I know, but anyways, Are you happy to be back go school?" I scoff, "yeah right, I'd rather be home right now." Jayden is the type to like school, always has awesome grades, and she's like in every sport, so that's something to look forward to during school. "Yeah yeah, well we Better get inside to go to class." "Yeah let's go."

When we get inside the hallways are crowded, like always. It's hectic because it's the first day. When I make my way to my new locker, somthing runs into me. I fell backwards a little bit but get caught, "woah, I'm so sorry." "Don't worry about it it's-" I look up to see wesley looking down at me with a smirk on his face. "I'm fine, now let go of me." I reply coldly. "Okay? What's your deal?" I ignore him and walk go my next class witch is science, I walk in and take a seat in the back, yes! I think. I love the back seats. When class is about five mins until the bell rings I get in my bookbag to get a pen,

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