Chapter 1 First Impressions

Chapter 1: First impressions.

6:30 am.

I grudgingly hopped out of my bed and ran to my bathroom; I hopped in for a shower and washed my hair with main and tail shampoo and conditioner. You seriously have to try it; I mean it’s the best. Anyway I got out, slipped into my outfit which consisted of; washed out tight jeans, a grey Minnie mouse shirt with a blue bow, dark blue jacket, blue converses and natural makeup. Leaving my long brown hair down in its natural waves, I also have chocolate brown eyes, tannish skin and when I smile I have dimples.

By the time all that’s done it’s about 7:30, I go down stairs quickly eat an apple; I grab my blue sunnies and blue with white polka dots hand bag for the day.

“By aunt Silva” I yell as I’m out the door before I get her reply.

I recently moved back to my old town to live with my aunt, I lived here till my sixth birthday. My parents were murdered on my sixth birthday, so I had to move in with my uncle. No one really knew him, but he was more than willing to except custody. I was constantly abused by him, one day it got to a point where I tried to kill myself. When I woke up I was in the hospital and I found out that my uncle was thrown in prison, I was told I’m to live with my aunt from now on.

Today is my first day at a new school, aunt Silva told me to be safe and not to piss them off to much. Ha yeah right it’s my nature to speak my mind and tell people what I think, is it my fault that most people get angry about it? Okay maybe it is but honestly I don’t care, I’ve gone through a lot worse than getting yelled at. She did sound really worried about it though, huh I wonder why.

I arrive at the school by 8, I walk into the school grounds and straight away everyone’s eyes are on me, like no joke everyone’s. I try to ignore, really I do but I hate it when people stare at you, it’s like they’re trying to find any kind of fault that they can.

“You know there’s this saying that goes, TAKE A FRIGEN PICTURE IT’LL LAST A LOT LONGER” I yell/scream the last bit to make sure that all of them hear me.

Heading towards where the office is, I open the door and skip up to the desk with a dopey smile on my face. The offie lady looks up at me a little surprised for some reason, oh well.

“Heyy my name is Whisper Mabel Walker, I’m here to collect my timetable and locker information” I indicated, with a smile.

“Of course dear, that’s a very beautiful name you have.” She implied as she typed up something on the computer.

“Thank you” I said with a smile.

“Here we go, it’s a pretty big school I could arrange for someone to help you around if you like?”

“Oh there’s no need for that but thank you, I prefer to do it myself”

She handed me the papers and off I went, looking up and down constantly trying to find my locker number.

“Ah here we are” turning to my locker and punching in the locker code.

Suddenly, my locker door was slammed shut and I was roughly pushed up against the lockers with a guy forcing his body up against mine. I put my hands against chest trying to push him off but he was rock hard, it took me back to when I always defended myself against my uncle. My heart beat increased and it was getting hard for me to breathe, I was used to this by now. After I was taken away from my uncle, every time someone came close I had panic attacks and tended to faint or just pass out from lake of breathing.

“So you’re the new kid huh?” Boy he asks stupid questions.

“Well aren’t you captain of the freakin obvious” I might not be able to breathe well but that doesn’t mean I was going to allow him to push me around.