Chapter 1: Oh, he's the New Guy

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I woke up to sound of my annoying alarm blaring off in my ears.
"Urggghhhh" I groaned loudly, I removed my covers to see the sun peaking in through my window.

At last senior year is here, yay!
Note the sarcasm.

Many people say they hate school, but for me, I don't. I hate the people that go there, there's really nothing wrong with learning and becoming successful through that process but to endure all the sadist jocks, the queen bee and her minions (more like witches with a b) and all the other morons who like to make people's life a living hell, is just overbearing.

I checked the clock on my alarm to see it was exactly 7:15 which means I have only thirty minutes to get ready.

Great! Just great!

So let me just say a little about myself. My name's Kellyann Malcolm, I'm 17 years old and a senior at  East Summerville High School. My school is like a broken down copy of all those cliché movie like Mean Girls. My dad died when I was thirteen, so now my mom has been working three jobs, she leaves at 5am for her first job. Sometimes I wish I could help her out, but she demands I focus on completing school. Since my dad died a lot has changed and not exactly for the best, but enough about my sad story.

I grabbed my hair up into a high ponytail and hopped into the shower. The warm water was so soothing to my skin. After about 10 minutes, I came out and got dressed. I'm not one for all the fancy stuff I like keeping it simple, so I put on a black T-shirt that said "No Cap" and I paired it with my dark blue knip-knee jeans and my dark blue converse. I basically ran downstairs seeing that it was 7:35, leaving me with only 10 minutes to reach school. I grabbed a granola bar and the fruit plate mom prepared for me before she left earlier this morning.

See, on my avenue, that's Willoudele Avenue, there's mainly two types of people, the very fortunate ones and the moderately fortunate ones. My mom and I fall in the moderately fortunate group with a few more residents but the majority being very fortunate. Surprisingly, I made two friends who live here. I said surprisingly because most of the teenagers living here are snobs and are very mean because they can get whatever the want and freely brag about it but my friends, Chelsea and Zach, are the complete opposite. They both come from families that are quite loaded but they neither brag about it nor are they mean.

I texted them when I was putting on my shoes that I'd see them at school because I can't stop to go to their house respectively right now. I don't have a car as yet because my mom can't afford it but I do have my own means of transportation, my dad's motorcycle. My first attempt to ride it was quite hilarious, I fell off the first time after I had a move on, second attempt I got burnt by the muffler and the final attempt, I actually rode it, wobbly if I might had, but fell into a swamp when I lost control. I know, disgusting.
But anyway all that doesn't matter now because I can ride that bike pretty well now, if I should say myself.
I got to school at exactly 7:50, only five minutes late, not bad. Unlike in those cliché movies, I didn't get notice my everyone and received uncomfortable stares, no, no one paid me any sort of attention, no one bullied me, I just remained unnoticed. I'd get the occasional push to the side and glares from a few people for example, the queen bee but nothing serious and for that I was in fact, very grateful.
While on my way to English, I heard and saw everyone whispering, I barely heard anything except something about a new guy who transferred from Westwood High, that's our rivalry school. I ignored it, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit curious.

I didn't exactly hate English, I just really was no good at it. I'm half Columbian and half Portuguese so my strong point was really Spanish, not even portuguese. My mom, dad and I moved here when I was 10 because my dad at the time, got a job at this law firm here in Boston. After he died, we just decided to stay here and on holidays visit back home. Zach and Chelsea, both noticed my accent when I first talked to them but not many people pick up on it. I heard when Mr Walker entered the classroom and started yapping on and on about he hoped we enjoyed our holiday but now it's time for some serious work and yada yada. I honesty just kinda zoned out and got lost in my thoughts.
I wonder if what they were whispering in the hallway about some new guy is true.
What if he's just like all the other  douchebags here or maybe he's different? Could it be a good different? Or bad different?

I soon snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the door slammed shut and when I looked up...I saw this guy that had the body of a freaking Greek God, with dark brown hair with light curls, gray piercing eyes and what seems to be two faded cute dimples. I was so lost staring at his appearance (possibly drooling) that I only looked away when I saw his mouth twitched and formed into a smirk.

"Okay class, our new student has finally decided to grace us with his presence. This is Jaquani James, a transferred student from Westwood high who will be here throughout Senior year, please make him feel welcomed" Mr Walker said.

The new guy, or rather Jaquani was still staring at me with his creepy smirk. He started walking and based on what it looks like, he's making his way over to the desk beside mines.

No! Please don't sit here, pleeaaassseee don't!
My inner voice screamed. I knew that from this exact moment I'd be the victim/prey for the queen bee based on how she was eyeing me.

Alright guys so that's chapter one!! Its pretty long and not really anything exciting but remember it's just the beginning!! Please vote for my book, read it, share it, tell all your friends about it, heck if you can, even tell the whole wide world lol😁.  I'm a Jamaican, grade 9 student from the St Catherine high school, and as you or rather as some of you know, its almost exam time so I'll try to update as often as I can but whenever I can't I'll apologize whenever I get the opportunity to.
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