Pounding, that’s what my heart is doing, pounding. It’s my first day of high school, and I am scared, but it’s a good kind of scared I think, my mother says “not to worry” and to “Get out and socialize” which is ironic because my mother hasn’t socialized in over 20 years, she was the great movie actress, Abigail Abernathy my mother stared in many movies and won countless awards, but for reasons no one knows, not even me, she abandoned the lime light and hid herself away, and I guess she has rubbed off on me, I’m extremely anti-social, my mother suggest I make friend in the theatre or art departments, since no one there really judges, and I guess I will take her advice, let’s hope I survive my first day, what’s the worse they can do to a 15 year old girl, I say to myself as I walk by a group of older blondes, they look like the type of girls who end up with 2 kids before they graduate college. “What are you looking at freak!” one of the blonde girls shouts at me, I don’t reply. “Hey I was talking to you, Are you Retarded or something!” now as I said before I’m anti-social, and usually when someone yells my way I ignore it and they move on, I guess that’s not the proper response in high school. “Sorry” I mumble, the blond girl turns back to her friends “bitch.” what did I just say, oh no, please I don’t want to die today. She spins towards me slowly. “What did you just call me!” she steps closer to me a devilish look in her eye. I freeze, I can’t move, I can’t speak, all I can do is watch, I’m watching the last moment of my life, one of the other blondes shouts “Marcy, She’s not worth it!” but Marcy keeps advancing on me, she raises a hand to slap me, or grab my hair, or something I’m sure it will be painful, I close my eyes. But there no pain, but there is a voice a soft voice, but a male one. “Marcy, come on, she’s a freshmen it’s her first day, lay off her alright?” I open my eyes and standing in front of me is a tall boy, wearing a grey button up shirt tucked into purple jeans, and in black and blue converse. He is pale, almost all of his brown hair, combed onto one side. I see his green eyes staring back at me. “Alright Blair, but if she ever says anything like that to me again” Marcy points to me “I’ll kill her!”Marcy and the blondes scurry off, and Blair leans over to me, he is obviously and entire foot taller than me maybe two. “Hello I’m Blair Rose, Welcome to South Sarandon high!” he says with a smile.
“Hi, I’m Jacqueline Abernathy” I reply softly
He wraps and arm around me “Well Jacqueline, I couldn’t let a fellow artist walk alone in this jungle of a scholastic institution, come let me show you around.”
I’m shocked “Artist?” what does he mean by that,
“You have the look kid, I can tell you destined to do something with some value, now come on such a large school, and we practically have no time!”He Chants as he escorts me through the halls. So here I am, walking with a cute guy, who has his arm around me, and he thinks I’m an “Artist”. Pounding that is what my heart is doing, pounding.
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The Artists
Fiksi RemajaAn Actor, An Actress, A Painter, A Dancer, A Filmmaker, A Singer, A Photographer, A Writer, A Poet, A Rocker, And a Model. these are the members, of the elite club, known as The Artists, they meet once a month at numerous locations to tal...
