Lost Without You

~Kayla~

Yet again, I am being dragged to a new school. Having to start my life all over again. My roots being ripped out from underneath me for the hundredth time.

I'm tired of not having any place stable enough to call home. New home, new school, new people, when will it end?

My mind is blank, I've learned not to care anymore, but at the same time I've missed having friends. I hope there will be at least one person here- at my new school- that has a brain.

I unpack my stuff, placing them in the same place as before, repeating the routine I have made for myself. Making my bed, filling it with the stuffed animals I have collected over the years as keepsakes and memories.

Tossing my shoes on my closet floor. Not to be bothered with finding a place for them, nor do I care to find one. Slipping my shoes off and laying down on my new bed. Taking in the scent of the covers I have had for years. Wondering why I couldn't stay the same, just like these blanket.

I look at the clock, 10:28 p.m. Closing my eyes not bothering to shower or change. As I drift off to sleep I wonder what I  will dream about, but as usual it's a dreamless sleep.

The next morning

My alarm goes off telling me it's time to get ready for school. I hop out of bed,  head to the shower,  strip from my clothes, and slowly make my way into the shower . I turn on the water, cold water pouring down on top of me, slowly heating up. Taking my time washing my hair and body,  I'm in no hurry to start the day.

My school has a uniform, or what they like to call "Standardized Dress". So I grab a white collard shirt, black pants, and to top it off I put of my blue jean jacket. Then just for looks, curl my hair. I put on some make-up, then pull on my black converse .

My mom insists that we take a "first day of school picture" every year. So I make my way outside to the front of the house . We take about 42,000 pictures for reasons I still am yet to understand. My mom also insists that every year on the first day of school that she drive us to school.

We climb into the car, me in the front seat and my little brother in the back seat. Listening to music, we make our way to my little brothers school first. Before letting him go my mother tells him she hopes he has a good day and sends him in his way.

We turn out of the parking lot of Ty's (my little brother) school, and make our way to my new school.

My mom pulls into the parking lot of my new school a few minutes later. Looking out of the front passenger window , I see the brick building with the words, "Tommy and Bobby Clack Middle School" written at the top in thick black letters .

My mom is saying something to me, but I'm not listening. I have heard the first day of school speech every year for the past 13 years. Except for the years I was with my father. Because he knows how much I dislike that god forsaken speech.

She gives me a hug , which is my queue to leave. I open up my door, revealing the cement ground. I step out and make my way into the school, not turning around because I know my mom is watching me . Once I am through the doors I finally release the breath I had didn't I was holding.

I was directed to the to the gym along with all of the other seventh and eighth graders at the time. Being pushed along with the crowd. Once in the gym, I make my way all the way to the back. I have no intentions in talking to any of these kids. They all seemed so excited, which I'm sure I would be to if I actually had people here I gave a crap about, or people that gave a crap about me.

I wait and listen for my letter to be called. I wait and wait and wait until I finally hear the letter C. I stand and make my way to the teacher holding the paper with a C on the front. She takes us to a classroom and tells us to be seated. She welcomes us to Clack Middle School and begins handing out papers which I assume to be our schedules. When I get mine I study it for a little bit. Then lay my head down on my desk.

By the time they let us go it's already second period. The periods pass by really quick, my schedule was messed up though, I was supposed to me in Athletics but they put me in P.E.

~Eighth Period~

When I get to Gateway, I sit down next to this girl named Kenzlee. She seems cool, a little bit of a bitch but I can handle that as long as she isn't a bitch to me. I look around at the group I will be stuck with for the year and my eyes land on a girl with reddish brown hair, she has glasses, and was wearing a navy blue collared shirt.  She was sitting at a front table by herself and I began to sum her up. She seamed nerdy, shy, quiet, but kind. But that was just my first impression of her. I know they say you shouldn't judge a book by its cover but I was absolutely judging.

I didn't know much about this school year yet, but one thing I thought was I was for sure not going to be friends with the shy nerdy kid. Nope NOT HER!