The New Guy

Me

Chelsea Hickman. 

Age: 17

Grade: 12th, Senior in high school

Home: Missoula, Montana

Crush: No one

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"Chelsea. Put that away. Now." I looked up from my notebook, and see the teacher glaring at me. 

Mr. Dilickman was a dick. IS a dick. He hates me. But all my teachers are torn between the fact that I get straight A's, and don't pay any attention to the teachers.

I just looked up at him and flipped him off. He sighed and turned away, and I went back to the drawing. 

 I have long, brownish with blonde highlights hair; a C cup chest; flat stomach; and features like a desert princess: big brown eyes, tanned skin, perfect lips.

But I was shy. I am shy. I don't like people knowing me. 

Because, inside, there's things I don't want people to know. 

I always wear a sweatshirt, or a long sleeve shirt. There is a reason.

I cut. 

Yes. I slit my wrists. I cry myself to sleep at night. 

And I'm alone. 

I killed my parents. People say it wasn't my fault, but I think it was.

FLASHBACK:

"Chels, you got this!" That was my mother, next to me in the front seat.

In the back was my two 9 year old brothers, and my father. 

I was driving on the road for the first time, and they were excited for me.

It was raining slightly, and the roads were slippery, but not that bad.

But before I could react, a car came speeding down the road, on the wrong side.

We were hit, because I became paralyzed with fear. And they died. My family.

But not me. Why not me? It was all my fault for freezing! I could've swerved out of the way! But only I survived. And it's all my fault. I killed them.

FLASHBACK OVER 

I blinked back some tears, and looked up just as a piece of paper came flying at my. I dodged it, and looked where it had come from. 

Alicia Monroe smiled devilishly at me. She was pretty, popular, and absolutely hated me. 

"Bitch." I muttered.

She widened her eyes. "What did you say ChelSeaShit?" (A/N I know its not that good of an insulting name, sorry i couldn't think of anything better!) 

I stood and glared at her. "I. Said. Bitch."

Mr. Dilickman glared at me. "Chelsea, watch your language."

"No. This bitch over here has been a total pain in my ass for years. Maybe someone should have told her that he fucking world doesn't revolve around her when she was younger." I was pissed, and Alicia stalked over to me.

"Excuse me?" I could smell the peppermint candy on her breath she was so close.

"You heard me. I'm not gonna kiss your ass or beg for fuckin forgiveness from you."

Alicia shoved me, and I fell to the ground. "Were I you I'd stay down, slut."

But I stood. She had me really pissed now. 

"No." Then, before I even realized what was happening, I saw Alicia's fist coming at me. 

I quickly dodged it, and swung at her, and was satisfied at the sound of her nose breaking. 

She fell to the floor, blood everywhere, and people were grabbing me, trying to hold me back. They only got hurt. 

I quickly punched some guy who was holding onto me, and got my stuff and walked out of the class. 

It was only 4th period, and I had 4 more to go. If I wasn't expelled.

I put my stuff in my locker, and the bell for class ending had rang. People stayed away from me, and the rest of the day was easy.

After school, the principal had called me in.

"Alicia has a broken nose from you." He stated.

"And she wanted to swing at me first. You can watch the cameras. It's called self-defense. She swung at me first."

He shook his head. "I won't suspend you as long as you don't get into any more fights, and tomorrow, you show our new student around. His name is Colby Brock, and I've made his schedule to fit yours so it's easier. You will be nice to him, and become his friend if you can. Tomorrow you will meet me up here. Now go." 

I rolled my eyes and walked out. 

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When I got home, I set up my camera to do another cover for my YouTube channel. 

"Hey guys! I'm back. Yup. I'm doing another cover, one of my favorites, by Brayden Barrie, 'Song of the Sparrow'. So, here goes nothing!

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I sang the song, edited it, and posted it online. 

Immediately, it got 500 likes, and I smiled.

"At least I can do some good for the world." I murmured to myself.

I looked in the mirror. 

"I need a makeover!"

So I got a haircut, and got some new makeup, came home, and went to bed.