Let Me In

Chapter 1

                                                             Olive

"My little Olive! Aren't you excited mija?"

Taking my eyes off the road I turned and gave my grandmother a small pathetic smile.

"Yeah a little." I couldn't tell her how I really felt. Miserable, lonely, betrayed, angry!

Since I arrived she had tried so hard to make me feel at home and wanted. But I knew everything she did was out of guilt and pity. Pity that my mom didn't want me and guilt that her son, my dad, had abandoned me...........none of it was out of love. She did it just to put her conscience at ease.

I was quickly pulled out of my thoughts as the car came to an abrupt stop and the driver announced that we arrived.

"Ok we are here mija! Oakland High Academy!"

As I looked out I felt my stomach sink. It felt as if it was going to fall out my ass. I hated it. Oakland High was enormous and expensive looking. One of those "I am richer and better than you" schools. If it had been up to me I would have gone to a public school but my grandma insisted on me coming here. It was a guilt thing. She thought sending me here would make me feel pampered but instead I felt even worse. As I reluctantly stepped out her pride and joy, her Rolls Royce, I felt as if my knees would break underneath me.

"Alright sweetie you have your schedule right? Ok go on now you'll be late on your first day. I'll send Sandy here to pick you up later ok? Bye! Te amo!"

And with that she was gone.

Great!

As I made my way up the steps I took a deep breath and entered.

Fuck!

Everyone turned and stared as I stood there. I had never felt so out of place before. It was full of rich snobby kids. All dressed in the latest fashion, caring designer bags and wearing Rolex watches. Here I was heavy dark make up, a black pentagram top, black ripped skinny jeans and my favorite pair of silver Doc Martens. I completely stood out. So far I was begining to hate living near Beverly Hills. I could hear them whispering to each other and snickering.

No...please not this again!

"Hey you're in the wrong place! The grave yard is that way freak!" Everyone burst out laughing. My face heated up and I could feel all their eyes on me. Judging me.

"Ugh! Who let the poor kid in!"

I marched on my face bright red, my fist clenched and my legs ready to give away at any moment. I couldn't escape the comments or glares.

There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I was completely alone once again.