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Chapter 1

I opened the truck door as the blurry sight of the school bus stopped to pick me up. Waving a quick good-bye to my father before slamming the door, I hurried to the edge of the road, glancing over at the front of the bus to see the familiar, but barely visible hand signal.

Dashing across the paved road and getting onto the bus, I sat in the second seat, chilled by the cool leather. Setting my backpack on my lap, I looked towards the front of the bus.

Above where the driver sat, there were the normal things like "No ballons on the bus" or the picture of the bus that had lights, which I guessed signaled when they were turned on. There were also old children drawn pictures, and some were wrinkled as if they had been up there for years, though I couldn't see what was on them.

On the side near the first seat's window, there was a pastel purple plastic cup that seemed to be taped to the wall, there was some writing on it, but I didn't bother reading it, I'd have to move for that, and I didn't really want to get on the bus driver's bad side.

Being one of the first kids on the bus, it was pretty quiet,  besides slight talking in near the back of the bus. I sat silently and stared out the window, watching the morning sunrise until the bus stopped to pick up another kid.

The kid that got on, at first I thought he was a girl from his messy long blond hair. He had a purple bag hung around his left shoulder to carry books, which clashed badly with his bright orange stripped shirt. The boy sat in the first seat, across from her.

I stared for a few moments before looking away so he wouldn't notice. Kids in this school I guess look weird.. I thought to myself. I had recently moved over the summer, and it was the first day in a new school, 8th grade year.  Im pretty sure its going to be awkward, because all the kids will already know each other, while Im just going to be known in all of a sudden.

Zipping one of the pockets of my backpack, I pulled out the case that held my glasses and put them on. Now everything was clear and the lights from cars weren't blurry, and I could get a proper look at the people that came on.

I looked over at the kid, who looked at me and I flinched, quickly  jerked my gaze away. Great. Now Im going to be seen as a weirdo. I know how some schools work, make one mistake and it isn't forgotten.

A dozen other kids got on before we started heading to the school. A tall, lanky Freshman girl that got on with a younger girl who had blond hair like her sister, though she looked even younger than me so I guessed she was in 7th grade.

 Three kids got on at one stop, though they weren't related. One kid was the definition of emo teen, with black hair having frosted light blue tips and a black jacket, the second was another boy who just looked like the common fuckboy with the blond hair style, and blue clothing, third was a slightly chubby girl with a red jacket that had fluff around the neck. I couldn't really tell what grade these kids were in.

I noticed after awhile, some kids were getting in groups, mostly in the middle and back of the bus. The freshman's sister was sitting across from me, biting her lip nervous about the changes that would happen to school. She wasn't in elementary now and things were going to be confusing with no lines and multiple teachers and places to be in 5 minutes of passing time.

Passing time.. I unzipped another part of my backpack and pulled out my binder, looking at my schedule. Advisory, which I guessed was kind of like homeroom, was before the hours of class. I had a teacher called Miss.Peggy.  Looking down the list, I had Science in Mr.Truffles's class for first hour, English in Mr.Hickore's class for 2nd, Math in Mr. Og's class for 3rd, History in Mrs.Quilen's class during 4th hour, Spanish in Mrs.Gillia's class for 5th, then the last hour I had Gym with two teachers. 

I gave an annoyed small sigh. I wish I didn't have to do Gym, but my father said that Gym was important. I wanted to try another class, but I guess I'll do that in Highschool. In my former school, I wasn't that good at gym. Not good at sports, not fast in running, and not flexible.

The worst thing is probably going to be the locker rooms. I'll have to change in front of girls I don't know. Which, I guess could be good in some ways, but probably more cons than pros.

A pang of sadness hit me. If I were in my old school, I would at least have 1 friend in Gym to spend the pain with. I lost most contact with my friends, who I didn't even have the phone number of. The ones I did have the phone number of, we barely texted over the summer. It felt like I was so easily cut off, or perhaps to them, I had so easily cut ties with them. Jenny, Oliva,Ella, Quince, Henry, Riska, Erin, all of them I had lost over the course of one summer. Of course I talked to more people besides them, like their friends, but those people were like, my main friends.

Running my hand through my long dark hair, I put away the schedule and zipped up my stripe patterned backpack. No need to dwell on old memories, especially at school.

Watching the Highschoolers get up and walk off the bus, half of the kids on the bus were gone, and we turned the block going to the Middleschool, which was tan with green roofs and green details, two stories, and tons of windows. 

Grabbing my backpack and slipping it on, I joined the line in the isle and walked off to my first day at school.