A.P. Freshmen

Chapter 2

*Paige POV*

I suck in a deep breath. The day is sunny and the sky is blue and the perfectly kept grass is a bright green.

I could enjoy it, if it wasn't the first day of school

My goals? Make it through freshman year without getting noticed. For me, it shouldn't be too hard. I'm the kind of person that blends in. You could have me in your class for a year, and still not know my name. I prefer it this way though, I'm not planning on dating anyone, and I already have friends.

I walk through the huge glass doors, schedule in hand. Making it through the hallways is impossible, they make them about ten feet too narrow. What, did they think everyone was going to walk in single file lines? This isn't madeleine people.

Great, my locker is about as far from my first period class as you can get. After putting away my backpack and grabbing my books, i have to sprint to make it to class. Trigonometry. I don't like math, but I'm good at it.

I make it inside the door just as the bell rings. Everyone is already sitting down, and they turn to look at me as stumble in, my breathing heavy from running.

"Name?" the teacher asks. He is a short, skinny man curly short brown hair shot with grey. He wears rather outdated horn rimmed glasses, and it looks like he didn't shave this morning. I think I see a coffee stain on his cable knit sweater.

"Uhm"

"What, don't know your own name?" I feel my cheeks flush. There are a few snickers through the room.

"Paige Carter" I say. It came out too softly.

"Speak louder, are you a mouse?"

"Paige Carter" I say louder.

"Well, take a seat Ms. Carter. We don't have all day." Well, I don't like you either Mr. Smith. Smith, even the name is unbearably boring. There goes my resolution to stay unnoticed. I can feel people looking at me as i take a seat near the back. Mr. Smith tells us to do the example problems for the lesson before we start hw. Wow, I can tell he really cares.

The guy in front of me turns around.

"You don't look that old, what are you, a freshman?" He smirks. I always hated that word, smirk. I never really could figure out what exactly a smirk was. But right now, looking at his acne ridden face, it seems like the best word to describe the ugly thing his mouth is doing.

"Yes"

"Wow, you're smart. You must be, like, fourteen or fifteen? I guess that explains your boob size then." He turns back around, laughing. His friends join him.

Oh god, please let me die. This is not what I had envisioned for my first day of high school. I dip my head down, trying to hide the tears that threaten to spill over. Why did I have to wear my hair in a braid today? I could have easily hidden my face. Maybe I should have just done algebra like every other freshman. Being in a class with juniors and seniors isn't exactly ideal.

Then the girl next to me speaks. She has honey colored hair that falls in soft waves down to the small of her back, warm brown eyes and soft skin.

"Ignore them. They aren't worth your precious time. I however, am. I'm Alice. People call me Allie though, at least the poeple worth my time. Who are you?"

For a second i don't say anything. So many words. Then I regain my sense and reply.

"Paige. But don't you already know? Mr. Smith made sure of that."

"I know, but I believe in making proper introductions." I decide I like Alice. Or Allie, I guess. She almost kinda looks like a hippie. She wears sandals with a flowing skirt, tight white tank, and she put a flower behind her ear. She's pretty. Maybe this year won't be so bad.