Welcome to Society

Chapter 1: Introductions

Welcome to Society

Chapter 1:

Normal. What really is normal? I've never considered myself to be so unusual, but I know that in someone else's eyes I might be a freak. In fact, I know that in many people's eyes, I am far from what is considered normal in this society.

I am a seventeen year old girl, and I'm not exactly what you would call socially active. I have very limited interactions with most of the outside world, well, those outside my 3 friends.

You may be asking yourself, what the outside world is. To me, the outside world is everyone and everything around me.

Most of my peers don't acknowledge my existence anyway, but those who do, judge me. This is one of the things I can't stand about the outside world. People judge you when they haven't even taken the time to get to know you.

People judge me as someone who thinks they are better than everyone else, which I assure you is not true, I haven't, as of yet, found many people who I can easily converse with, not without stuttering or just running away.

Some people judge me as the shy, quiet girl, who sits at the back of class unwilling to participate in fear of getting too much attention.

Which in some ways I guess is true, I don't like to draw attention to myself, all I want is to get through my last year, without completely messing up everything I've worked for, then I can go off to university and start living my life. This has always been my plan.

And a plan I thought I'd stick to, how wrong I was.

But before we get too ahead of ourselves, let me introduce you to some people. Connor Fletcher, one of the only two teenage males, other than my older brother, that I can even talk to. We've know each other since before birth, and have been best friends since afterwards.

He's the brooding, intimidating kind to everyone else, but to me, he's like a big teddy bear. For example, he once punched one of our classmates straight in the jaw, because he looked at me 'the wrong way', what the right way is, I don't know. The 'I would never be interested in you' way, I suppose. Which, fortunately, is the way most of them look at me anyway.

But then, when we were 8, we had a sleep over, (you know, before the teenage hormones,) and I had a really bad dream about my grandmother who had passed away not long before. It left me to wake up, with tears streaming down my face, and struggling to breathe.

But then I felt and arm come around me, and Connor was cooing for me to calm down, so that night I went to sleep in his arms.

See, total softie right? Don't tell him I said that though.

Then there's Joey Daniels, the boxer. You can tell I don't get along with girls right? Anyway, he has a tough exterior and well interior too, not one to be messed with.

But he's sarcastic as hell, and I can really relate to that. I may not seem like the type, but when I'm annoyed, I'm just plain rude. So I have to make friends with people who can be around that, considering most of this school's population really irritates me.

When I said I don't get along with girls, that is generally the case, all except from Connor's girlfriend of two years, Morgan Smith. She's quite similar to me, in that she's a little more shy, but she can be quite bubbly once you get to know her. And she also managed to get Connor to open up more, and he's less angry with the world now.

Anyway, so when he walked into school that day, with that smug smile on his face, acting like he had all the time in the world, I mean slow walking is like the epitome of rude, come on!

With his dark brown hair and blue eyes that always seem to have amusement glistening in them, this is yet another irritating trait that runs through his veins.

But I suppose I'm getting ahead of myself again, you haven't even met him yet, and I hadn't either until that day.

I suppose the only person left to introduce, is me, My name is Jacey Summers. I am 5'5, which is average height, no matter what anyone says, *cough* Connor, *cough* Joey.

I have light brown hair with grey eyes, which I find to be somewhat dull, but people have told me that they want to have eyes like mine before, so I really don't know what to think. As I have already said I am seventeen, eighteen in five months and sixteen days, not that I'm counting. At all.

I'm a good student, always have been, never really in trouble, other than when I'm arguing with the devil. Oh I'm sorry Deville. Cameron Deville.

My worst enemy since we were thirteen and ex best friend, no one really believes that part, especially when they're in the same room as me and Cameron, that's just a disaster waiting to happen. And this year is even worse, this year he's more determined than ever to ruin me.

And normally I'd only have three people in the whole school on my side, but this year we would have one unwanted member, and one welcomed member of our little outcasts crew, and they are both dead set on not letting me stay under the radar for any longer.

Great! Not.

I was hoping for an uneventful year. But the first morning of school, was anything but that. And the first day at school, in my little slice of hell, is the day that all the sluts dress sluttier, the cheerleaders dress peppier, and the skaters put off cutting their hair, for a bit longer.

Welcome to society.

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So that's the first chapter, and I just wanted for you to be able to see Jacey's life, and how she views it before I get into the actual story, which I hope you'll enjoy. I promise it gets more interesting. So if there actually is anyone reading this... Hi there new best friend!

~Steph~