!DISCONTINUED! Miserable At Best (a Derek Sanders/Mayday Parade fanfiction)

Chapter 1: New encounters: Pippy/Piper and the grayish-blue eyed nickname maker

Chapter 1

'Okay sweetie, have a nice day!" my mom yelled from the car behind me.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Make lots of new friends!"

I rolled my eyes and turned around. "I get it Mom. Uh buh bye." I waved my hand.

She scowled and shook her head. "Teenagers these days." She took off then.

"Hey! Hey, new girl!" A squeaky, high voice called not even a minute after my mother left.

Agh, I hate moving.

I threw my hood up just in time for her to sling it down. I scowled at her and threw it back up.

She threw it back down and said, "No hoods or hats in school."

A sound of frustration erupted from my throat as I held a hand up to my face, looking away.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Squeaky Voice asked.

I took my hand down and rolled my eyes. "I don't like people."

"Well I'm sure you'll like me. I'm loads of fun!" She cackled next to me.

My scowl deepened as I said, "Ah, I'm not liking your first impression."

It was her turn to scowl. "Why not?"

"You sound conceded. And I just told you, I don't like people."

She gasped. "I am not conceded!"

"Mhm." I said, opening my locker and stuffing my back pack and books into it.

"Why would you think I'm conceded?"

"Because you complimented yourself, in a not-so-subtle way."

She scoffed. "Well, you're clearly not liking my friendliness, so I guess I'll go."

She turned to go when I said, "Thanks."

She whipped around. "For what?!"

"For leaving me alone."

"Pfft." she turned around and stomped up the stairs.

I rolled my eyes, grabbed my books, and walked casually the other way.

The bell rang. I didn't run. Who cared if I was late? I was usually late anyway. I mean, at my old schools. And probably this school.

Oh whale.

I swung into the classroom just as the late bell rang. The teacher welcomed me with his arm, saying, "Good morning."

I smiled slightly and sighed. "Not very."

His smile faultered and his eyebrows furrowed. "I'm sorry to hear that. Are you new?"

Hmm, how could he tell? Did he track all the students for 3 years until he knew them all by heart?

"Actually, I am."

He smiled again. "What's your name?" he said, averting his gaze from mine to check the hallways for late comers.

"Allison Carter."

His eyes snapped back to mine as he closed the door to his classroom. "Welcome to Jefferson High School, Ms. Carter. I will be your professor, Mr. Rushby."

The corners of my mouth twinged upward even farther to earn a bigger smile to the teacher. "Thank you, sir."

"Class, meet Allison. She's new, and I would like you all to welcome her."