Teach me to Love (Brent Rivera Punk Fanfic)

Waking up the first morning of school, I wanted to die. Starting a new school was hard, being younger that everyone else in my grade doesn't help either, and being a complete noob when it comes to high school, I might as well kill myself now to save time.

I dragged myself out of my bed and onto the hard floor, walking over to my under packed closet. I didn't give a flying fuck what the kids thought of me, but I didn't need to look like a slob, so I threw on an old paramore tee-shirt and skinny jean, with combat boots. I decided against makeup, it's not like I was trying to be noticed, so I merely put on a black beanie.

Looking at the clock it was 7:25, school started in ten minutes, but I would be late anyways, so it didn't even matter. I slipped quietly out of my brightly lit room, into the bleak hall. I tip toed down the hall, trying to wake the sleeping giants (my parents). You may be wondering why I call them that, well, that's a sob story you don't want to hear.

Slipping out the door into the warm LA air, I wasn't used to this. Back in Detroit it was always cold in the morning. I hopped on my old skate board and road to the school. My ear buds were in and blasting music as I rode up to a new looking high school. Let me just say, it was exactly what I expected, there were groups hanging out in small little pockets all over the court yard. From the populars, to the dead beats, I had the place pretty mapped out at just a glance.

When I got off the board, I walked through the crowds. I was extremely to see I was blending in, exactly what I wanted to do. Searching through the groups, I looked for my people. The people who were wearing band merch, and hold skate boards. I got a look at a group, and then the bell rang. Dammit, there was a girl wearing the same shirt as me, and I was planning on making her my new best friend.

I hustled to the office. When I arrived, there was a middle age woman sitting at a desk, typing away on a computer. I cleared my throat, and she looked up, seeming annoyed, well I'm so sorry that I broke you away from your very important work making meeting schedules, (take in the sarcasm).

"Hi, I'm Abbigail Williams, I'm new here." I said a smile that toke all my energy to make it look real.

"Oh yes, the head of the welcoming board will be giving you a tour of the school, and showing you your classes." She said in a bored tone, well sorry I don't know where to go, and for the fact that I interrupted you with it.

I took a seat in the worn out chairs against the walls. Taking out my notebook, I began to write in my story. Yes, I am a writer, but I would never tell anyone that.

"Hi," I looked up and saw a perky little blond looking down at me, oh great, I was set up with Miss. Perfect, "I'm Cali, I'll be showing you your classes today." She started to walk out of the office, motioning for me to follow her.

Rushing up I jogged to catch up with her fast pace. I slung my back pack over one shoulder and walked beside her.

"Are you sure you're a sophomore, you could probably pace for an eighth grader." She said without breaking her gaze ahead of her.

"I skipped a grade, I'm only fourteen." I said.

She turned to look at me, "Oh," she said with pity, "Good luck with that."

I thought about what she said, great, I'm basically already dead. She lead me to my locker, and I shoved my board in quickly, as Cali had kept walking. We arrived at my first class, I assume that she had about the same classes as me, because she walked in too, and whispered something to the teacher. He turned to me, and gave me a creepy smile that made my skin crawl.

"Well Abbigail, why don't you introduce yourself." He pulled me up to the front of the class, touching my back awkwardly.

"Hi, I'm Abby I just moved here from Detroit." I put my head down, looking at the books hugged tightly to my chest.