My True Rightful Place (Editing)

Amari's P.O.V

     Of course he had to to do it the night before my first day at the new school. I wake up looking ugly as ever, feeling ugly as ever. I sit on the side of my bed and scratch my hair. Then, I head towards my bathroom, and strip to get in the shower. I turn on the water and let the hot steaming water pour out onto my tan skin. As I get out the shower, I wrap a towel around my body and brush my teeth then dry my hair. I look into my closet and deciding what to wear for the 'special' day. I throw on a black sweatshirt that says Vans on it with white ripped skinny jeans with my white vans.

    I walk back into the bathroom and look in the mirror and look at the scratches on my face. While my curling iron heats up, I apply my foundation, with a tiny bit of blush, mascara and eyeliner. When my curling iron finally heats up, I pull my light brown hair into a ponytail and curl my bangs. Then the finishing touch, lip gloss and my black snakebite piercing.

    As I walk downstairs, I get shivers. I have a feeling Alan could do anything to me at any moment. I quietly walk downstairs and open the fridge to get the milk to create cereal. I get the Captain Crunch and poor it into a bowl. Oh great, Alan comes down the stairs. Just what I wanted right? Ha no. He makes his cereal to and of course sits right next to me. He's wearing his diamond supply sweatshirt with denim jeans and his black and white Js. He swears he has 'swagg'. Alan starts to feel up on me. Like can you not?  He turns my head towards him and kisses me passionately. I feel absolutely no passion. He pulls back.

    "You look incredibly beautiful." he winks at me.

     "Um, thanks. I guess." I reply back.

     I get up from the table, grab my cookie monster backpack and start walking to school. I reach into my back pocket and pull out my iPhone. Receiving a text from, sigh.... Alan.

    I love you so much and I hope we can do exactly what we did last night tonight.

   I ignore the text and I arrived at my school. Northfield High. I look around and notice all the cliques. The sluts&whores, the jocks, the emos, the nerds, and just the all around clique.

   On my way to the class of course I drop my binder, just like any other fucking movie or show. Teehee.  As I reach down to pick it up someone behind me taps my shoulder.

   "You look a little lost," he chuckles.

    "It's funny cause I really am." I laugh back. He had light brown hair, and oh god his eyes. They were blue with green. Gorgeous!! Better than my hazel eyes. He was wearing a white Hollister sweatshirt and denim jeans with black vans. He had a black snakebite piercing too!

    "Shall I show you the way?" he asked gesturing the hallway. I nodded. "Oh by the way my name is Sam." I smiled at his name like a fucking creeper. "So are you gonna tell me your name or nahhhh?"

     "Sorry, my name's, Amaria." I laughed at him. "I have Social Studies right now with, errrr Ms. Mac,"

     "Cool me too," he winked at me. Well aren't you flirty? I said to myself. We made are way to Social Studies and we sat next to each other YASSSSSS. Maybe I should tell him one of many secrets.... No it's to soon. But its the right thing to do. No I can't lose a friend already.