Fresh Start

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Aria

"We all have history together!" Maddy informed, full of enthusiasm.

"AP US History... second period with Mr. Taylor," I skimmed over my schedule that all of the students obtained from the gym.

My first period is AP Chemistry with Mrs. Miller. Great. I heard so many poor things about her as a teacher. I heard she insulted a few classes and cussed them out. She's also very strict and does not like to assist kids when they don't comprehend something. Not to mention, she assigns homework every night. Classes have been trying to get her fired for a few years now.

"I have English with you, Maddy. I also have gym with you, Aria," Mariana flashed her pearly whites at us.

"We also all signed up for baking and pastries. I wish you girls signed up for drama or music," a frown was plastered on my face.

"You know Mariana and I both are trying out for cheer and dance this year. You have to try out for cheer with us!"

Cheer and dance aren't really my thing. I'm not the most flexible. I am much better at singing, acting, writing, and art. I'm not fond of sports. Mariana and Maddy have been dancing since they were little but have never done cheer. They just want to be known and popular in the school. I'm afraid that if that does happen, they'll forget about me. No they won't, silly. They're good humans and they mean well.

"I need to head to my locker and put my things away. I then have to head to Chem with Mrs. Miller."

"You got Mrs. Miller? I feel bad for you!" Maddy put her hand on my shoulder.

"I'm not going to say anything about her until I meet her. Maybe she's not that bad. I'm going to give her a chance."

"Good luck with that," Mariana shrugged her shoulders.

They gave me a hug and walked over to the bathroom. I'm guessing they wanted to check how they looked so they could impress the boys in their next class. I look good for myself and only myself. I don't need no man. I'm not here to impress any boy. I want a guy to like me for me, regardless of what I look like. Not many boys here are good, though. They're all fuckboys and they just want to get in all of the girls' pants. I'm not letting that happen to me, though. I'm stronger than that and I respect my body.

"355... 355. Here we are!"

I opened my purple locker and loaded it with my decorations and supplies. I had to make sure it was all neat and organized. I'm a clean freak. It bothers me when something is out of order. I also put up a mirror, white board, holders, pictures, and magnets. I glanced around  and nodded my head in approval. I got out a spiral notebook, mechanical pencil, eraser, and folder. Time for Chemistry.

"Hello, Mrs. Miller. My name is Aria," I held out my hand for her to shake.

She gave my hand a questioning and repulsive look. It was as if I was carrying the plague. She eventually shook it. She then mumbled something under her breath and rolled her eyes. I furrowed my eyebrows and scratched the back of my neck. What the heck did I do? Her cold, piercing grey eyes stared into mine. It was like a dark storm was taking place in her eyes. She looked pissed and tired, as well. Her eyes then became apologetic and the storm blew over.

"Sorry... I had a rough morning. Just go take a seat," Mrs. Miller ordered.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I'll go to my chair now," I reluctantly obliged.

I felt like some eyes were watching me as I ambled my way to an empty desk and I heard a few whistles. I flipped off the group of boys while I beamed at them. It was a group of boys named Gabe, Elijah, Caleb, Jackson, and Isaac. Their hormones are always raging and they're desperate to get anyone who has a vagina in their bed. They've been messing with me since freshman year and they just won't take a hint, especially Jackson.

"Hey, babe," Jackson sat in the desk behind me and whispered those words in my ear as I ignored him. "Don't act like that. How about you come over later or something and we can have a little fun?" He began to rub my arm until I pushed his hand off of me.

"Don't. Touch. Me," I gritted my teeth.

"Damn. It must be that time of the month, huh? It's okay, baby. I don't mind," he winked.

I threw up in my mouth. "Congrats- you have a dick. Doesn't mean you have to act like one. Now, take your thirsty ass back to those morons you call your friends and leave me alone," I fired back.

He clenched his hands and jaw as his little group cackled. I honestly don't know why because I also insulted them. Idiots. I then saw Jackson grit his teeth and his eyes became dark. Someone is really butt hurt. I just told him what he needed to hear. I'm not an object or a toy. I'm a queen and deserve to be treated like one. I'm not trying to sound cocky, I honestly don't believe I'm better than anyone. I just think us girls should stand up for ourselves. Anyone actually. Boy or girl.

"You're gonna regret saying that," Jackson threatened as he went back to his friends.

"Everyone be quiet now! Listen up you dirty hooligans, I'm not your friend or mother. I'm your teacher and you must treat me with respect! Is that clear? There is no slacking off in my class, talking back, playing on your phone, or talking while I'm talking. Jimmy! Get your dirty feet off of my desk. This class is not your house! Are you an animal!?" Mrs. Miller spat as spit flew out of her mouth. Her neck veins were popping out and her face was crimson.

"It's Jackson."

"It's Jimmy now!"

Welp. This is gonna be fun.

Lunch Time

"What the hell? That bitch is crazy," Maddy gasped after I told her about Mrs. Miller.

"Ava, come here!" Mariana waved and shouted to a girl I've never seen before. "Girls, this is Ava Moore. She's new and she's in my trigonometry class."

"Hey, I'm Maddy and this is Aria."

"What's up?" Ava vocalized.

I smile at the girl with brown hair, hazel eyes, and olive skin who stood in front of me. She was really pretty and seemed kind. I can already tell all of Jackson and his friends will be all over her. I honestly wouldn't mind having a boyfriend as long as it's not those ass wipes. Too bad no good boys go here. I began to munch on my food, hoping this day would end so I could watch Netflix and eat Oreos.