Five

How four became five

Oh hai guys.

Sorry, I've completely stopped all my other stories and shall be deleting them shortly. I can't keep writing them due to my short attention span needing to be divided amongst several stories. However, because a new idea has struck me, I'll begin this new story. I hope you all like it and I shall be keeping up on it weekly.

But, I will not continue to write this story if I don't see some feedback on this first chapter. What is the point of writing if people don't like it, right? Right. So here's my new high school drama/romance/slice of life story. Vote, comment, fan.

Do you know what it's like to be the new kid in high school? My name is Talim Sky Richards and I'm about to find out exactly what it's like to have the label of "new kid." When my mother passed away a few months ago, I moved to California with my father, who runs his own business. He reassured me to not be nervous and told me I would make friends in no time; I didn't believe any of it for a split second. This is high school, after all. On top of that, it was the middle of the school year; cliques, clubs, and groups had already formed and weren't about to let some stranger in.

To make everything worse, as the "new kid" there is an expectation of sorts. The boys would be hoping for someone cute and doll-like, while the females didn't want someone who would stand out too much and get all the attention. So, was I nervous as my teacher called me into the class room?

Hell yeah.

"Class," said the teacher with a frail and shaky voice. He was a tall, pale, very thin man who looked rather malnourished. He was balding even though he couldn't have been a day over twenty five. "This is Miss Richards," he went on. He looked absoloutely terrified to be up in front of the class. Why was someone like this a teacher? I shrugged inwardly, pushed my black bangs to the side, and turned to face my new classmates.

"Hello, my name is Talim Richards and it's nice to--" I was cut off as the classroom door opened and two boys stepped inside. They were both tall and lean; the taller of the two had dark red hair that swished to the side, covering his right eye. The other had raven black hair, styled much like the other boy's, but parted on the opposite side. He also had it shorter so both of his large, chocolate colored eyes could be seen.

"Sorry we're late," they said together in a bored tone as they walked right past me. They handed the teacher some late passes. The boy with black hair proceeded to his seat, but the other boy turned to finally look at me. His eyes scanned over me and I could feel he was analyzing anything he could, and if I was worth talking to.

"Oh, and who are you?" he asked with a flirty grin. Annoyed with his rude, cocky attitude, I gave his a sour look and stuck my tongue out.

"Maybe if you had been on time, or even apologized for interrupting my introduction, then you might know," I said. At first he looked shocked, but he regained his composure and smirked at me.

"You sure have a lot of nerve to talk to me like that. You should watch that pretty mouth of yours before you get hurt," he whispered dangerously.

I glared at him, unamused. "I don't need to take orders from some emo kid." With that said, I turned to my teacher. "Where is my seat?" I asked.

He gulped and pushed his glasses up his big, greasy nose. "Between Raiden and Malakai," he said as if I knew who they were. I frowned and looked at the class.

"This way, princess," a voice said and the red head tugged me down and isle of students. Near the back of the class, the boy's friend sat there with his chin in his palm. He looked over at us, smirked, and looked in front of himself again. Next to him was an empty desk, and next to that one was another.