The Poison Of Your Love (Sweet Pea love story)

High School

Little did FP know that I would never keep my real ID on me.
Yes the one in the lining of my wallet was also fake.
And my age is better to be kept a secret. But...I still need to go to school.

I'm not stupid. I know I need an education.
Though I could fake my transcripts, I need something to focus on.
And get me back to normal. I haven't been to school in 5 months. My life just totally blew up and committed suicide.

I'm trying to put myself back together but I'm struggling.

I've been struggling for 4 months.

I miss them.

My friends. My old life.

But that's over now, so.....I have to move on.
Just like everyone else.

Though I Haven't moved on in 5 months.

I'm stuck.

I stopped in at a place called the Riverdale Register, and asked where the high school was and the man was very knowledgeable.
I took his directions and found the school.
It only being 8.23.
I went inside and found the office.
I registered myself and went outside acting like my parent was outside in the parking lot waiting to sign permission forms.
But really I just fixed my myself. Expecting to be seen my people.
I'm antisocial when it comes to school.
I signed the forms in messy handwriting.
And when back inside to give them to the secretary.
She checked back over everything.
"Ok, you are now officially a student here at Riverdale High." -secretary

She handed me a sticky note with my locker combo and number, also my schedule.
"Have a nice day." -secretary
"You too!" I said a little too fake

I looked around trying to memorize the way here.
When I finally found my locker it took a few try's to unlock.
I felt eyes on me and did not look up. I rather avoid making enemies or friends.
Then I reminded myself that being normal would be making friend and making enemies.

I looked up and looked around me.
People passing by stared with curiosity. People at their lockers stared with disgust. Most of them looked like cheerleaders.
And if I know what I look like, I'm far from a cheerleader.
Im far too oddly shaped. Though my thighs are thick my stomach is not. Though I have boobs, you can't see them in any of my shirts. My arms are too muscled to be girl arms. And my neck likes to hide in my shoulders that are too wide.
I look into my locker and see blank papers and a broken pencil.

Oh right!
I need supplies.

Where the hell am I going to get notebooks?
Because I don't want to be here. I leave from the stares. And walk to a staples.

I pick out 3, 2 subject 5-star notebooks in the colours black and white.
20 mechanical pencils
10 assorted pens
1 scientific calculator
5 folders in the colour black.
1 USB stick
1 black Janzsport backpack
And a cute panda pencil topper.
I pay for my shit with my blood money and take my shit back to school.

Blood money as in blood money.
Because that WAS my life.

I take out my backpack and throw my shit in there. I pass by a little cosmetic store and stop.
My first day I should look presentable. I go inside and find everything I need. I go to the counter and pay.
"Did you find everything okay?" The old lady at the register asks.
"Yes I did, but would you mind if I put on my makeup here?" -me
"No not at all, actually there's a vanity mirror you could use at the back. Come with me"
And she led me to the back of the little shop where a big vanity mirror stood with a chair and big bright lights.
"Oh gosh that's huge. This is perfect thank you really!" -me
"Oh please thank you. Is there anything else I could do to help?" -her
"I don't think so but I'll let you know if there is." -me
"Ok take your time" -her
And with that she walked back to the register.