I was up before my alarm even went off, I was excited to start my new life, with new friends and no reputation yet. Clean slate, fresh start. I couldn't say that enough. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, then brushed through my mocha colored hair. Going back to my room, I pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans, a plain dark gray pull over, and a light grey beanie. The natural waves in my hair didn't look too bizarre at the moment, so I left my hair alone. I swept a couple of coats of mascara onto my lashes, but for the most part I didn't bother with makeup. Yanking my socks on, I then slipped into my white chucks.
Making my way downstairs, I smelt breakfast, and my stomach growled loudly. I waltzed into the kitchen, and sat down at the island next to my uncle who was reading the newspaper.
"When did you go grocery shopping?" I asked my aunt, and she stirred the scrambled eggs in the pan.
"Last night, I had a hard time sleeping, so I thought why not. You also needed a backpack and school stuff anyways, and food is good to have."
"Make sense, and I appreciate that, really." I told her, gratefully taking the plate of food from her. "Thank you."
"Thank you, honey." My uncle said, taking his food.
"Lex, your bag and stuff is by the front door, all I got was a backpack, a few notebooks, and pens and pencils. Whatever else you need we can get tonight, we have to go shopping anyways, so you can customize your room. We can paint this weekend if you want?"
"Yeah that sounds great, and thank you again, seriously." I told her, carrying my now empty plate to the sink, I had inhaled my eggs, eager for my first day.
"Lexi, it's my job now, you do not have to thank me." She said, hugging me. "Now, get to school, don't be late for your firstday." I walked towards the door, and picked up the plain black backpack, and headed outside.
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The walk was quick, at the most it was fifteen minutes. I stood outside the highschool looking at the doors, but I couldn't force myself to go in just yet. My nerves were definetly getting to me, there was no doubt about it. I just had to imagine how good it could be, all new friends, new life. I knew there were gonna be people that would judge me before they even knew me, but that's highschool in a nutshell. I couldn't just stand outside the building all day, so I decided to take the bull by the horns, and walked straight through those doors.
There were so many kids my age crammed into that hall way. I was immediately nervous all over again. I looked around the hall, hoping to see a familiar, or even a friendly face. I scanned quickly, a few times, but came up blank. I stepped into the conjestion, and started pushing my way through toward where I hoped the office was.
I was forcing myself through the large bodies of jocks when I felt a hand grab onto my arm and spin me around. I was disappointed when I realized it was not a boy with black hair named Jughead Jones. But instead, it was a tall, muscular redheaded boy. He had warm, kind brown eyes, and a gentle smile.
"You're Lexi Davis." He said, and I nodded.
"And you are?"
"Archie, Archie Andrews. I'm Jug and Betty's bestfriend." He said, and I smiled.
"Well, it's nice to meet you. Do you mind showing me where the office is? So I can get my schedule." I asked, hoping for dear life he would agree to help me.
"Ofcourse, this way." He said, leading me in the opposite direction I was originally headed. "Keep up, though. These hallways get insane."
"I've noticed, my oldschool wasn't nearly this full." I told him and he looked at me shocked.
"Riverdale isn't that big of a town."
"No, it isn't, but my old town was smaller, my class only had sixty kids in it."
"Where did you live?"
"Arizona." He looked at me in surprise.
"You're pretty far from home." And I nodded, keeping quiet. Thankfully he respected the fact that I didn't want to elaborate.
"Well, here we are. Mr. Turner will give you your schedule I'm assuming, I have study hall first, so if you need help on where to go, feel free to find me." He said, offering me a cheesy smile.
"Thank you, Archie." I said, smiling back before walking into the office.
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I was able to get my schedule pretty quickly, without any hassle. The man handed me the paper and a generally small map.
"You really won't need that." He told me.
Now, back out in the hall, I looked down at the white sheet of paper in my hands.
Study Hall 7:43-8:43 Rm 202
Creative Writing 8:46-9:46 Rm 219
Algebra II 9:49-10:49 Rm 104
Lunch 10:50-11:20 Cafeteria
Gym 11:23-12:23 Gymnasium
Chemistry 12:26-1:26 Rm 205
World History 1:29-2:30 Rm 122
I quickly looked at the map, and made my way to the "study lounge".
I walked into a decent sized room with couches and chairs, a coffee table, and vending machines. There were a few other tables with chairs through out the room. No one was here yet, not even Archie, whom said he'd be here.
I went to one of the tables in the corner of the room, and sat down. I pulled out one of the notebooks my aunt got and a ball point pen. I started writing, appreciating the silence in the room, and the dull chatter of the hall way.
I wrote about a lot of things, and often I wasn't just writing one thing. I wrote poems, and made songs. Sometimes I'd make short stories of what I wanted my life to be. Or sometimes I'd write, and rearrange the past, so it would turn out how it was supposed to be. Writing was my escape from reality. Nothing was as painful when I wrote it down.
My pen hit the page, and stanzas began to flow
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