Miss Unfortionante

Chapter One: Rose

Beep. Beep.

Ugh, a new school, another hell. I slowly make my way to the bathroom. I peel off my clothes and jump in the shower. I turn the hot water up and soak underneath the heat. The shower is the most relaxed I have been in a long time. I take a minute to soak it all in, and then I start washing my body with strawberry soap. It might be childish, but strawberry soap is my favorite. Once I get done washing my body, I wash my hair with some green tea shampoo and conditioner. The saddest part is that I have to get out and get ready for school. I turn off the hot water and reach my arm out, grabbing the towel that was on the hook outside the shower, wrapping it around my small frame. I step out of the shower. Put on my skinny black jeans and Sleeping with Siren’s shirt on and my black converses. Once I was done I tipped toed down the stairs trying not to wake my step-dad, I wouldn't call him that. Ever since mom died, he started to abuse me. He says it's my fault, which I can't argue with because it is my fault. 

Flashback:

"Mom, can you come to me? " I slur. "I got drunk and can't drive."

"YOU WHAT!!! I'm coming to get you right now, young lady, and when I get there, you are so grounded." She yelled into the phone, hanging up.

5 minutes later:

She pulls up, and I get into the car. 

"How could you go and get drunk and lie to me!! " she yells. 

"I'm so -" before I could finish, a car comes out of nowhere and hits my mom’s side and flips us over and kills her on impact.

END OF FLASHBACK

I shake my head, snapping out of the memory. I don’t realize I was crying until I felt something wet hit my chest. I wipe away the tears and leave one hell for another. The hot summer sun beats down on me. I can smell the sweat forming, causing my clothes to cling to my skin. The heat makes the walk long and dread full. 

I finally make it to hell. I mean, school. There isn’t a difference between the two. It was a big school a lot bigger than my old school. I dread what might happen here. Once I walk through the doors, everyone stops what they were doing and stare at me. I immediately put my head down and quickly made my way around the corner, just to run into a wall knocking me on my ass.

"Did I seriously just run into a wall. " I mumble. All of a sudden, I hear a chuckle from where the wall was. 

"Walls don't laugh. "

"Maybe because I'm not a wall, princess “  a deep voice chuckles. 

I look up so fast my vision goes blurry. At first, I couldn’t make the guy out, but finally, my view focuses. He was about 6’ 7 with dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. The guy was well fit, and you could tell he works out. He was wearing skinny black jeans with a black v-neck undershirt and a red flannel over the shirt. He had grey vans to go with his outfit.

I look around to see that everyone was staring at me. I was getting dirty looks from all the girls. I mean yeah, the guy looked like a Greek God but jeez calm your tits. I slowly get up and start to walk away. 

"If you’re looking for the office, it's the other way, princess." The Greek God says with a smirk that could melt your heart.

 I turn around to see every girl pulling down their shirts and pulling up their skirts. Sluts. I shake my head and make my way to the office. When I enter the office, a woman was sitting behind a desk with big round glasses and a resting bitch face. 

“ Hi, I am new here. I was wondering if I could have my schedule?” I ask. 

“Name,” the woman demands.

“Rose Hardy,” I state.

The woman flips through some documents then shoves one of them at me while turning around. I look at the paper to see that it was my schedule. Well, that was the rusted welcoming I have ever had. I leave the office, but before I could take another step, I get pushed into a locker. 

"Bitch, Ryder is mine, so back off or so help me, I will make your life hell." says a preppy voice.

 She was wearing such a short black skirt I'm surprised her butt was still covered. Her bright pink shirt pulled down to show off her none impressive cleavage. I look her up and down to see her wearing black nine-inch heels. She had long blond hair that went down to her hips and so many lairs of make-up on that you couldn’t even make out her actual face. Even with all the make-up, she is still not pretty. Slut. Wait, who's Ryder? Oh, he must be the Greek God I ran into earlier.

"I don't see your name on him," I sneer.

I could practically see the steam coming from her ears. The perceived caused students to stop in the hall to stare at us. 

"So help me-" 

"What are you going to do, huh. Are you going to make my life hell or hit me?" I ask before she could finish.

"You slut you can't talk to me that way." she squeals, slapping me across the face. People start to laugh, which caused Barbie to smile. 

"You don't know what the definition of slut is, but I will tell you, it's you." That dropped her smile right away and turned into a glare, and then she slapped me again. I wasn't phased by it though I'm used to it by now. 

"I'm going to make your life hell," she growls. 

"It already is, so try me, and I swear you hit me one more time you are going to-" before I could finish, she slapped me. 

That's it bitch.  I punch her square in the nose, and she falls to the ground like a rag doll. I turn around to find everyone staring at me in shock.  I laugh and make my way to my first class. 

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