The Misfits

Gwen

1. First day at Ovalin High

2. First day of Junior Year

3. Seventh day in California

4. Missing Florida

5. Hating life

I'm Gwen, Gwen Rivers and today is my first day at Ovalin High, I'm kind of freaking out a bit. I have been kind of freaking out a bit all day even after I found out that this high school was just as normal as my old high school. My old high school in Florida was okay, it was like every other high school. I had okay friends and a boyfriend, everyone was super nice.

But, of course, my parents had to get into a divorce and my mom moved to California, dragging my and my older brother along with her. I haven't made any new friends yet, but I know that eventually I will. It's just hard trying to fit in at a school where everyone has already found their safe place while you are just barely seeking your's.

Luckily, I found part of my safe place, a third or a fourth of it. I signed up for orchestra during the orientation a couple days ago. I play cello and I love it more than I even love my family, it's the biggest part of me and without it, I wouldn't even know who I was.

Right now, it's lunch time and I just barely got what I said I was going to eat [ it looked like crud so I'm not sure how much of it I will it ]. So now I just have to find where to sit. The problem with this school is that it's completely clique. There's the different kinds of popular groups. The football players, the cheerleaders, the popular girls who cake their face with makeup and giggle over boys, the goths, the nerds, and the other jocks. There was a few free tables with other people who I guess didn't fit in with any of the cliques.

There was a girl with a messy bun sitting with a guy who had 'nerd' glasses if you must call them that and messy black hair. They were talking and laughing, best friends probably, I wouldn't want to get in the middle of that. There was another table where a girl sat alone, scribbling furiously in a notebook. She looked pretty invested in what she was doing, I don't want to interrupt her. There was a third table where a boy with equally messy hair as the last guy, yet his was sexy messy. He had bright blue eyes and he was glaring across the room at a table labeled the clique 'bad boys'.

Something bad must have happened, and now I was curious. So, gathering up every bit of courage I had, I walked towards his table. "May I sit here?" I asked, my heart thundering inside my chest.

The boy looked up and glared at me for a moment before his face softened up when he saw my terrified face. "Go ahead." He mumbled, going back to glaring at the table.

Nervously, I sat down and poked at my food before setting my fork back down on my plate, I stared at the boy for a minute. "My name's Gwen." I told him. "Gwen Rivers."

The boy looked up again and glared at me like he did before. I felt my palms begin to sweat, this guy was not someone you should mess with. "Jake." He mumbled. "Or Jacob, whatever you want to call me." He began playing with his food.

"Nice to meet you." I said, though my voice was raspy, my throat was dry.

Jake nodded stiffly.

"So what happened?" I asked out of the blew, thrusting my head towards the dudes he was glaring at.

Jake scowled at me, his eyes flashing from their pretty blue color to a cold, menacing grey color. I felt absolutely terrified and fought to urge to stand up and run away screaming at the top of my lungs. His face softened again as I clutched the table so hard that my knuckles were white.

"Kicked me out of the group." He replied, running a hand through his hair and leaning back in his chair.

"Oh." I replied, nodding my head. "Why would they do that?"