WELCOME TO MUELLER HIGH
FIRST MARKING PERIOD
It's my first day of high school, ever. I have about a thousand pencils and pens, seven new notebooks, jeans that are too tight, and the worst case of nerves ever. I feel like someone is trying to claw their way out of my tummy. But I swallow my nerves and continue down the sidewalk to the bus stop.
I've been in Stafford all of one week. One week and I sadly already know my way around the small city. Says a lot about what I've been up to, or lack of.
I stop at the bus stop waiting for the yellow bus. Within the next few minutes the familiar rumble of the big yellow bus greets me.
Wheels on the bus go round and round. Round and round. Round and round. Wheels on the bus go round and and round. I forgot the rest.
I decide to pick a safe spot in the middle of the bus. The front is for nerds, the back is for losers. I've come to learn this over the years, it should be the same here.
On the bus people glance at me now and then. I suppose new kids are a little rare. They were for my old school. My old school.
In high school everyone gets put into their homerooms, except freshmen. The freshmen report to the auditorium to be lectured on a high school do's and don't's.
I sit farther back were their are empty seats. Obviously the people who've always lived in this city all sit up front, chatting. The new kids sit back, looking lost and nervous.
Random Girl: "Hi, I'm new. Are you new too?"
I slowly nod and remove my bag from the chair next to me so she can sit.
Random Girl: "I'm Evelyn. What's your name?"
Me: "Freya." My voice cracks a little.
Evelyn: "Nervous? I'm super nervous. I almost got lost trying to find the auditorium. But here I am, in one piece..." She droned on until the principal took the stage and started talking.
Adults are full of lies. When you first meet them, its all they do, lie. They stuff like, we care, we want to help, your education matters. It's all lies, they don't have an honest bone in their body.
They handed out our schedules after they finished lying. Said each one was specially made to suit you.
My first class is gym, just what I didn't want.
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SUPPRESSION •Complete•
Roman pour Adolescents"This would be a better story if I were dead." -Freya Sinclair ••• Suppression was never the key, that doesn't mean we didn't try to shove into the lock. @2014 all rights reserved Story is completed and is in the process of editing and then the chap...
