Revenge of the Nerd

I shook my thick dark hair out of its ponytail as soon as the car jerked to a stop. Sliding my aviators off, I tucked them away into my purse.

I sighed, dreading what was going to happen soon.

My parents broke the news of the move just a few weeks ago. I was not excited to move back to say the least.

Back to the sun filled California.

Home of The Preparatory Academy.

Otherwise known as hell.

You see, 2 years ago, I went to that school trying to keep a low profile.

My grades decided to disagree.

I was top in my class, and the populars took advantage of that. For years they kicked me around, expecting me to do their homework.

I was bullied relentlessly, and all of my friends were turned against me. I groaned at the memory.

I got so fed up with it that I begged my parents to move. We've been living happily in London ever since.

Until my dad decided to take his old job back.

I stepped out of the car, trying to forget the past.

Today was Sunday. And tomorrow was Monday.

And I was going right back to The Preparatory Academy.