Love In The Third Degree

Chapter 1: New School

I'd say I'm a pretty productive person, but when it's been summer break for the last 3 months of your life. I'd asume you wouldn't want to get out of bed at seven in the morning either. "Huh," I sigh as I write down what I was thinking. I had to do a summer assignment for high school for Junior year to be exact. It was the first day of school and I hadn't even started it. This is my third time moving because of my parents work. They were both journalists that travled alot for stories. Sometimes this caused the whole family to move. This time we moved to Seattle.

I looked at the time 7:30 the school bus would be here in five minutes. I straighten my Metallica t shirt ,and pull my lucky blue flannel over my arms. I decided to close my notebook and give it a break until I get to school for zero period. I can do this. You are the daughter of Linda and Victor Knight. Amzing Journalists.

Just then the bus pulled up. I looked at the door as it opened. The bus driver beamed a smile at me. I smiled back in return. There was already a couple kids on the bus in the front ,so I made my way to the back. I sat in a seat ,and leaned my head against the window. I put my headphone into my walkmen. I switched the tape to Never Mind The Bollacks by the Sex Pistols and hit play. Most people didn't like Sex Pistols, but I didn't care.

I looked around some of the students on the bus were whispering. I couldn't make out what they were saying because Sub Mission was blasting in my ear. Could it be because of my newly died hair? Did they think I was some kind of punk? Or possibly me just being new? I didn't care. Suddenly the bus came to a halt ,and the doors open. A ginger haired girl with sparkling blue eyes hoped on the bus. She looked around smiling greeting everyone ,and then her eyes landed on mine. She smiled warmly at me ,and made her way over to me. She plopped right down in the seat next to me. "Hi my name is Megan you must be new," she greeted me warmly.

"No I've been here for decades," I responded sarcastically.

"Sarcasm, I like it," Megan stated Simply. "I didn't catch your name."

"That's because I didn't throw it," I responded.

"No seriously what's you name?" She asked with a snort.

"Abigail, Abigail Knight."

"I think me and you are going to be good friends," She smiled a genuine smile.

"I think so too," I respond.

The rest of the bus ride was silent ,but surprisingly not awkward. We finally arrived about ten minutes later. Megan walked off the bus smiling me following close behind. When we stepped on campus fear washed over my body. Megan noticed this ,and put a hand on my shoulder. "Don't be nervous," she stated,"just stick with me and you'll be fine."

"Ok," I sharply exhaled.

"So what do you like to do for fun?"

"I like to write poems, listen to music and I would like to start playing guitar and writing songs," I replied with a smile.

"I like singing and music too,"She gleamed.

We started walking to the entrance. "What's your favorite bands?"

"I like a little bit of everything Black Sabbith, Metallica, Sex Pistols, Meat Puppets, The Germs, and Dead Kennedys," She responded.

I smiled. "I think you and me are going to be great friends."