Hi guys! This is my first "book" so it might be a little bad :p. but hope you like it!
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*1st day of school*
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~Heathers Pov~
I was on my way to the principles office. Since I had just switched schools every one was staring at me, I am 17 and in 11th grade this year. I have always been a tuff kid, I grew up an only child, no brothers, no sisters. I had to be tuff,
when someone was mean to me I had no one to turn to. My parents didn't care for me and at age 10 they up and left. I never saw them again...I live with my aunt Karla, she taught me how to do make up and mach the right skirt with the right shirt, and those other girly things. I'm not realy a girly girl but I can dress up and do make up with out looking like a guy with eyeliner and blush. Back to the main point, since I didn't have any siblings I had to fight for what I wanted, once i snuck some extra blush to school and was putting it on in the bathroom and a group of brats walked in and one took the blush case and the other two held my arms together her. The one girl who took my blush said
" you are just a fat, wannabe, popular who puts on to much make up"
and took the blush and covered my whole face in red/pink blush, threw the blush case in the toilet and ripped my skirt down the middle so you could see my short, lace under skirt. She took her heal and kicked my ankles so I could barley walk. They left and proceeded to tell people I was calling them bad names and kissing there boyfriends. I told the principle and she didn't care, and one day I went outside and the 3 girls came up and said I was fat, stupid and a brat. And that was wen the nice little girl in me snapped. I punched the main girl in the group in the face so hard her skin turned a blueish/purple and kicked the other girls in the ankles, and pulled the girls blond hair down to the ground and proceeded to do this until 3 teachers pulled us apart, from that day on I was called hair puller heather and people knew if they did something to me they would get hurt.
People wouldn't want to do projects with me for the fear that if they mess up I will pull there hair and punch them. It got so bad i left the school. But I realized that I got used to being known as the tuff girl and wen people would shove me at the store or at a mall I would become very aggressive and throw a fist.
I walk in to the principles office and there is a lady in I would say her late 40s early 50s at a desk.
"Ah heather" said principle baker
"Hey" I said back
She gave me a look like i did something wrong, then looked down at her desk, She looked like she was writing something. Then handed me a paper that read...
-mis. Heather Crystal can be admitted to class-
"give this to your first teacher" she said as she took out a paper from a binder
"This is your scedual"
"Thank you" I said
"Now get to class" she said
I turned around and left for class
"room 8, math" I said thinking out loud
Some people who are watching me turn to there friends and whisper something, "I bet it's about me" I think to myself
I walk in to class and find a spot, I plop my stuff down on a desk and I sit in my chair. My "classmates" arrive and light blond boy sits next to me, he's buff and he looks like he should do football or something. Not shortly after a Blond girl in a red striped long sleeve shirt a red clip in her hair and dark blue short-shorts and way to much make up on comes up behind me.
