Freshman year

Chapter One

"What This is Based Off Of "

This Book is Called 'Freshman Year' because there is alot of Kids that Sit alone and have no friends and they get made Fun of. Soon or later in the Book the girl gets made Fun of And there is only one girl that felt bad for her and ended up being her friend and eventually she moved on and ...Predict what she is going to do to the bullies :)

Chapter 1

Hi !! My name is Trish i love writting and going to school and I love having friends. Have you ever thought of having friends that actually care about you ? Well I have and i loved it!!! Well on August 24th, I had my first day of school where, I had to get up early and get ready and look all nice.

I look in the mirror, I smile feeling beautiful. My hair poled back , it's dark brown, it really helps with my eyes. I smile needimg lipgloss, Im sure my best friend, Grace has some.

Grace is very outgoing compared to me, she always speak her mind. And its as if she can read mine, she always knows what I am thinking, thats why I love having her as a friend. Ive always got made fun of for my weight, but I lost fifty pound and am ready to go to high school. Freshman year.

I get out of the car by the tree we always talked about, my older sister who's off in the military, she said its where her and her friend would eat lunch. I see Grace long blonde hair sitting on the table talking to a very, very, very hot guy. His eyes are stunning their so bright, Im like fifty feet away.

She waves at me, a big smile goes across his face I watch those eyes go down my body and back up. I smile " Hey Grace, got gloss?" I ask waving at him with my fingers like I dont care.

"When dont I?" she asks with a smile, "Dylan, this is Trish, Trish, Dylan" she says.

"Hi, Gloss?" I ask again.

"WAIT! Dylan? I ask.

Dylan, third grade, Dylan? I remember him, I liked him, I told him and he pushed me off the play ground calling e fat, I broke my arm that day because of him.

"I know you?" he asks voice sexy I get goose bumps.

"Yeh, Im better known as fat ass" I smartly reply.

"What? he asks. "Wait Trish Marka?" he asks looking shocked.

"Yeh" I say with a smirk taking the gloss from Grace's hand.

"No, you're lying. Theres no way in hell, you're so fucking beautiful' he says.

"Why thankyou, its to bad you're a fucking dick" I say walking away.

More and more cars show up, Grace catches up to me. "What was that, he was into you?" She asks.

"Well nobody changes, he made fun of me, so he probably makes fun of other people." I say trying to hold the tears remembering that day.

"I bet he did, why would he talk to us?" she asks.

"Because none of his friends were here, look see girlfriend" I say with a smirk a girl holding him. Not a very nice girl, I remember her.

Perfect blonde hair, smile that goes to cheek to cheek, eyes hazel which some reason boys love. Tan body skinner than fuck.

I look at my schedule and look for my locker, 125 so first floor, but it don't say which wing. I pause in confusion. I feel a breath by my neck "Need help? Or you just going to call me a dick and walk away?" he asks.

I turn around girl still clinched to him, I turn my head and point at her. "Belle" he says as if it explains.

She rolls her eyes, "Come on, Dylan, clearly she isn't as interested as I am. Now let's find your locker so I can put my stuff up" she says.

"Why don't you use your own?" I ask.

"Cause that's not what couples do" she says rolling her eye.

"We're not dating for the thousandth time, I don't like you" Dylan says.

"What you like her now?" she ask pointing at me funny.

"No! Well I don't know, not like that, but hoping we can be friends" he says smiling at me and looks back down at the girl attached to him.

I laugh, "You two look ridiculous" I say. Belle lets him go, "Not as ridiculous you looked in seventh and eighth grade, just cause you're pretty now don't mean shit, people will remember" she says.

"There going to remember every time they wake up on a floor getting sick, the party was a bad idea, girls going to wake up remembering the sex was a bad idea, and all you bitches will remember I wish I past that test, as you kiss your one year old goodbye from your moms house, on the way to Burger King to go make $100. " I say.

"Ohhhhhhh" people around us say, and start laughing. I gab a hold of Grace and walk with her.

I glare over my shoulder, Dylan looks at me causing me to smile, he looks down at Belle, looking angry about something.

Grace shows me my locker hers one locker away, I hope no one has that locker so we can be locker 'buddies'. "What's your first hour?" I ask.

"Gym West wing" She says hanging her book bag.

"Me too" I say happily.

"Me three" Dylan says opening the locker between us.

"Where's your dog?" I ask.

"Belle?" he asks, as I nod. "She went to her class, after I told her 'Let me the fuck go, I don't like you like that anymore.' So she walked away." He laughs.

His laugh could fill a room, and break any silence. Standing there I remember everything, why I liked him, wishing I could be Belle.

"I know it's a little late, I'm sorry 'bout the arm" he says glaring at my left arm he broke pushing me, and also my writing hand.

"You remember that?" I ask.

"Yeh, So that's why I didn't care you called me a dick, I admit it, I was a dick, but I'm trying not to be" he says.

"Why?" I ask.

"It's not me" he says shutting his locker and leans against it.

"How? You seemed pretty good at it, like it was a sport or something" I say grabbing my phone and put it in my pencil bag.

I shut my locker and Grace follows me, along with Dylan.

"I just regret it all, and I defiantly don't want to work at Berger king with Belle" He laughs.

"Wow. Don't make me feel like a dick for that one, she had that coming" I say.

"Okay, talk to you in gym" he says opening the boys locker door, as Grace opens the girl one.

"Into you" she says.