"Don't you dare miss school today!" My mom bellows up the stairs. I don't know why she thinks I'm going to miss it. I have sleep insomnia, haven't slept in weeks. I crawl out of my day dream and fix my hair in the mirror. God I look horrid. Blue skinny jeans with rips, a white tank top that says 'Weightless' and a grey beanie that I hope will hide my messy hair. Yes, I did have all night to comb it. I was just lazy. Now I'm just late. Either way my brown hair with blonde streaks was straight with a lot of fly aways. I slide on my black vans and sling my black bag over my shoulder, nearly toppling over due to the weight. I run out the door shouting 'bye' to my mother whom was frowning and holding out a brown paper bag lunch. That woman was sweet but scary. Her thin blonde hair was a mess and her glasses were too small for her face. Her baggy scrubs, that she uses as pj's, hang loosely on her body yet she still calls herself fat. I still can't believe she complains so much. She doesn't even have to work! Well I mean she works at the hospital, like once a month. Sweet deal if you ask me. My dad works five days a week one am to five pm. But he is the boss. Well he is now. He is now the president of his company. But to acquire that promotion he had to move us all the way out to Denver, Colorado. Which isn't much of a difference from Wisconsin but still. I like the mountains I guess. My dad and I bond over two things and two things only. Softball and Skiing. With these big mountains I'm hoping for lots of skiing. But he also likes to hike up here. For one I hate coldness in general. I hate the outdoors and I only like the city. Denver is kind of both so we are all happy.
Anyways, I hop up the stairs of the school bus and sit down in the front. It wasn't hard finding a seat because there was only like five people on this bus. None seemed friendly either. Maybe they were tired. They all had their music blasting over the drivers choice of music station-country music. I'm more of a rock girl. But whatever floats your boat. I get to the massive high school and sigh trying to maneuver my way through the tons of people who congregate in the halls. Is the whole state of Colorado here?
I finally make it to the office.
"Hi...I'm the new student" I say less confidently then intended.
"Name?" The secretary says not even looking up from the millions of papers on her desk. Her voice sounded snotty in general and I thought it was rude of her to not even look up. It's not like I'm asking her for a ring or anything I just want my schedule.
"Kayla Mass"
She digs around for a moment the hands me a paper still not looking up.
"Thanks" I mumble. I walk out of the office and bump into a guy walking in.
"Watch where you're going" he grumbles.
"Same to you. Haven't you heard ladies first?" I shout back but don't care for an answer. I look at the paper, geometry first. Fantastic. I wonder down the corridors a good five minutes after everyone has cleared out for their classes.
Finally! I smile. I found my class. I knock lightly on the locked door and a small guy with a buzz cut gets up and opens it for me. The female teacher pauses her teaching and looks at me waiting for me to speak.
"New student" I state
"Ah yes" she smiles, her glossy lips curving up. "I totally forgot" she bounces over to her desk, her long black ponytail bouncing more then her, if that's even possible. I stand there awkwardly waiting to see her next move.
"See that open table?" She points to a plastic table that seats two, like all the others. "You're on the right"
I nod in thanks and plop my backpack down. Wait...everyone else has two at their table...why don't I?
She starts the lesson again only to be interrupted by yet another person coming in.
"Brent" she growls "late again"
