Saving a Good Girl from a Bad Boy

There's a First Time For Everything

I opened my eyes and stretched. My neon green walls shined brighter with the early morning sunlight leaking through my window. The blankets on my bed were thrown askew, as if someone had a nightmare. I fiddled with the corner of the quilt. Kirsten Randolph was embroidered beautifully across the top. I felt my eyes prick with tears as I remember my dad. BEEP BEEP BEEP! My alarm went off and I jumped out of my skin. The button on that annoying thing was broken, so every morning I had to reset it. Afterwards, I went through my normal morning routine.

I went looking throught the empty pantry, hoping to find some scrap of food my stomache wasnt sensitive to. I went back upstairs and straight to my closet where I chose my outfit: a half-sleeved teeshirt with black skinny jeans. I make sure to slip my fandom bracelets on and grab my thrity-pound bag. Man this thing is so fricking heavy. I thought to myself. I ran a brush through my stawberry-blonde hair. I slipped on my red hightop Converse, and ran out the door. My pace slowed as I saw the school.

There was a sharp breeze, and pulled my highlighter jacket out of my backpack. People said it gave them headaches, but I either walked off or ignored them. I didn't have any friends for both my freshmen year or this year and I just generally suck at being polite. Everyone at my school is either really pretty or really smart. I'm stuck in the middle, so there really isn't a posse that I belong to. Well, exept for the library posse of just geeks that like books. But I'm too normal to even be invloved in that group so I'm just left on my own.

School finally started and my classes went by with a zoom. Until lunch, when things started getting interesting. I overheard a group of cheerleaders gossiping about how there was a new girl in school that was sitting with the 'Four Douchebags'. It seemed kinda sketchy. Sure enough, I glanced over and there she was. I have to admit, her sense of style was spot on. After lunch I stalked back to the library, ready to check out more books than I need.