Chapter 1: Beggining

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*rriiiing* *rriiiing* "Another day" I told myself. I got up checked phone, for what you ask? Honestly I have no idea, no one texts me anyways. I looked in the mirror "Shoot! Another pimple" I sighed. I had to get dressed, "maybe jeans, maybe the principle won't notice. And of course my boring uniform." I walked downstairs to see my mom talking on the phone, "a classic" I thought.

She gave me a quick look, (since she started working that was her way of saying hi). My mom did catering and owned a cafe inside a church, and my dad is usually traveling so he's mostly never around. I ate a quick breakfast and grabbed my book-bag and headed towards the car. My mom asked "You excited for school?", "um should I be??" I asked. "I don't know, maybe. We haven't talked in a while, about...about..um...anything"
"Wonder why" I mumbled "What was that sweetie?" My mom really wanted to talk..strange. "Umm I said-
*ring* *ring* "Oh sorry sweetie I have to take this call" she picked up the phone. "First time I'm relieved to hear her phone ring" I thought.

Finally got to school and put on my earbuds. Sat at the benches outside all calm until these girls past by and started talking about Josh. Who's Josh you ask? He's the hottest, most popular, boy in the school. Every single girl in the school has a crush on him except me, he's just not my type. What is my type?

After school, my mom picked me up and I heard some people whispering "I can't believe autumn passed English" I heard another whisper "Why is that?" The first voice again louder this time though "Cause she doesn't know the words friends, love, and something called SOCIALIZE". Then I heard about 3 or 4 girls laughing hysterically. "Were they talking about you?" My mom asked worriedly. "Mom of course not, let's just go home" I hope she didn't know I was lying. Anyway on the way home my mom kept explaining how Sunday we had to go to church and what-not.

Sunday finally came, tomorrow was school and I needed to do homework, but I had to go to church. So there I went and there was a new family, a mom, a dad, 2 sisters, and a brother.
One girl was 5, the other 2 years younger than me, and the boy 1 year older than me.

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