Beauty Inside

Chapter 1

Hey guys! So this is my first book/fan-fic ever. Unfortunately, my story isn't a bad boy one. However, I wanted to make a story that I hope a lot of you would be able to relate to! I hope you guys like it! Please comment/like or leave me nasty messages if that's what you wish! Thankyou!

Summer's POV

Another stupid, dont-give-a-shit, boring, ass day. I was writting my name on my chemistry notes... or well what was supposed to be my notes, in as many different ways as possible: Bubble letters, block letters, hearts over the I's, you name it.

"Summer?"

I heard a faint voice talking but, I assumed it was me talking to myself like I always do.

"Summer?"

Damn. I really need to get this whole talking to myself thing in check.

"Summer Jones!" I looked up to see my teacher's eyes looking straight at me, almost as if they were trying to burn a hole through me. The whole class broke into a chuckle.

"Oh, I am sorry Mrs. Leviate," I apoligize. "But the answer to the question is that H20 dosent react with either HCL, AgNo3, or NaOH."

Yahsee, I only doodle in class because I find the class so easy. I mean maybe it was just a gift given to me from the heavens above but school comes... naturally easy to me. The class continued on with their lecture, and I decided to play with my short brown mess of a hair, examining all of my awful split ends. God, I really needed my hair done.

The bell rang, and I got up from my seat. Landing on my new cute gold sandals, I went on with my day, trying not to trip on my black maxi skirt that I decided to wear today. I mean why not? Today in California, the high is supposed to be 87 degrees, and there's no way the teachers at my school will ever allow me to wear shorts to school with the stupid dress code.

Lakewood High School is an... interesting school I guess you could say. We literally are your basic High School Musical school. You have the jocks, cheerleaders, debate kids, the kids who did nothing, the sluts, the stoners, pretty much every group you kid think of. And I fit in almost all of them. Yah, I know what you're probably thinking. You fit in the stoner group?! Im not a continous member, but I have visited over there a few nights. I was the "nicest girl you'll ever meet" is what people told me.The one who never got mad at anyone, who was always willing to help others, yet let people walk over me. I hated it so much, but I'm just too nice to say no to anyone. I guess that's why I fit in so well.

As I walked out into the hallway, I turned the corner to go up the stairs. Well, I tried my best to. There was that one couple who thinks that it's okay to shove their tounge down each other throats in the middle of the hallway as if they were saying goodbye to each other for a month (when they see each other next period.) It was disgusting.... or maybe just jealousy.

I finally made it to my locker, putting in my last number to my locker comb because I set the first two before I leave my locker each time to make life easier for me. I opened my locker and pulled out my Algebra 2 book and my Advanced Writting notebook. Junior year was really killing me.

I looked behind my locker to see the highlight of my day. My bestfriend, Caitlyn, was walking down the hallway texting who-knows-who, bumping into everyone in the hallway, not giving a fuck, as they all gave her dirty looks. Eventually, she looked up, making eye contact with me as we both gave each other that one creepy petifile face that you give to your friends. We both broke out into a laugh as she walked over to me.

"Wow you look really cute!" she eyed me up and down giving me her approval, even though what she thought wouldn't change my opinion on my outfit.

"Thankyou! I hope I wasn't, overdoing it. Yahknow, I dont want people to think im trying to impress anyone. I'm just at school to learn." I turned my back, facing the locker trying my best to avoid the face she just made at me.