Heaven

1. New beginning

"Get your ass over here!" she shouts at me. "Coming mom," I say as I walk over to my mother with her Mountain Dew. "Here." She looks at me with anger written in her eyes. "It's about time." She can be so aggravating sometimes. I go upstairs as my sister is freaking out about One Direction. I still don't know why people turn into stalkers as soon as they hear them.

I go upstairs and turn off my tv. I close my door and start listening to Demi Lovato. I know I'm a guy, and it's weird for guys to like female artists. Or at least females that aren't rappers or sing hip hop. I like pop and country music the most, and particularly the female singers. Girls seem to have this sweetness in their tone that I just love. People give these two genres the most hate for stupid reasons. I then start thinking about how dumb it is to only like one type of music. Why shut out all of the other genres just like that? And all of the crossover songs? I stop myself from ranting anymore. I want to be in a good mood right now.  

I start writing in my notebook. I write the date first in the corner: September 6, 2011. And I must right my usual song set-up: "#23. Inspired by..." and then I write and edit and title my little master piece. I'm proud of it, it's a sad break-up song. I haven't written one of those in a long time. I start thinking about how dumb it is for a guy to write about his feelings. Then I start thinking about why the hell not. I get into a lot of inner conflicts, I swear i'm bipolar. I lock my notebook in a small fire-proof safe under my bed and turn off my iPod.

I hear my sister scream my name and I run downstairs. "What were you doing up there?!" she asks in a bad tone. I stutter, and she stops my mumbling. "God you're so stupid. I don't know how you pass school. Come on, I have something to show you." She always shows me stupid pointless crap i don't care about. I can't complain or else she'll get all pissed at me. I watch it and decide to get ready for tomorrow. I'm so nervous.

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I look in the mirror. "Ehh...I don't know if this is good enough." I said to myself. I have to look good on the first day of school. I find a white T-Shirt from Aeropostale and throw my blue t-shirt aside. Thats better. I like wearing white. It makes my brown eyes look way darker then they are. I look at my hair. I put just enough gel in my fauxhawk. I might look like I have swag if I had an ear pierced. I check my body. I guess i'm skinny, but i have a little muscle so i think thats good. I look good for the first day at my new school. Why did I have to transfer? I moved from Buffalo to Syracuse. Damn I miss my life back there. Can't go back now. I hear a loud bus go by. Time to go.

My sister drove us to our new school, Girex High. What a weird name. Their mascot is a jaguar, my old school mascot was a cheetah. It suited my school too. We had the best track team in the nation. With 3 people in the top 10 track nationals, and the number one person in the country being my cousin, we're clearly the best. Girex only got in the top 50, and their one person who got in was number 50. Anyway, this school sucks. Its a public school, thats why. My old school was a catholic school. Everyone knew everyone and we were all friends. Im going from a school of 750 to a school of 2500. Lord help me.  

"Move Blake! I have to lock the car. Jesus don't make me late on the first day!" Alice can be really mean sometimes. She's probably just pissed because she's a senior and her last year of highschool is at a completely different school. She practically ran my old school. She was one of those smart popular kids that everyone adored. Not by me though.

I walk to my homeroom. I see a lot of young kids getting picked on..they're probably freshmen. I'm a sophomore, so i don't think i have to deal with bullying. But I'm the new kid, so you never know. I walk into room 205. Where were the name cards? At my old school, St.Johns, we always had assigned seats, and on the first day we had name cards so we knew where to sit. I guess I should just sit anywhere. I sit in the middle of the room. I note a stunning blonde near me. She's talking to some dude with black hair..he looks emo. A brunette sits next to me and starts talking. "Hi! I'm Briar." "Hey, i'm Blake."

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Author's note

Hey! I hope you liked reading the first part of my story :) This is inspired and based on my life currently so please don't give it too much hate. :P I really don't know if this part is too short or too long so please give me tips on how much to add. This one part was actually two chapters so i really need help wth how much to add. I'll update in a few days. I hope you liked it and look forward to reading the second part. :)