"Beep, Beep, Beep, ." My alarm annoyingly blared. I dragged my self out of my bed and rubbed my eyes. After brushing my teeth, I took a shower and dressed up. I wore a peach v-neck short-sleeved blouse and a jean jacket with jeans to top it off. I slipped on my black high-topped vans and slipped out the house my naturally curly frizzy hair was backed into a semi-tight ponytail. I ate my yogurt-granola breakfast and hopped into my "mom"'s car. The ride was deathly silent as usual as my parents really didn't want to send me to school.
Before I stepped out, my "mom" warned me : " Zorie listen, don't cause any trouble for ANYONE at school today." "Ok." was all I replied. I mocked her in my mind. But as I was stepping out, a new fear washed over me. "What if they don't like me." I thought. I began to panic.
I nervously stepped out of my "mom"'s car , my breathing heavy and my heart racing. I walked into the wide double doors of the school. I saw a wide variety of students huddled up against lockers.I went to my locker and got my books. Smiling I glanced at my schedule and made my way to my next class.
My moment of peace was interrupted by me bumping into someone. I glanced to see the person's face as I bent down to get my books. The person was a girl. She had long fake eyelashes and fake nails. And for some reason she looked really familiar.
She giggled and said to her clique . "Eww . Look it's the newbie , be careful you may catch fleas from her". They all laughed.
I sighed as i picked up my books. Then I saw a hand reach up and offer to help me up . I smiled and gladly accepted the hand.
I saw a tall skinny caramel colored boy help me up. He smiled , "Are you okay."
I nodded and smiled a warm fuzzy feeling forming in my stomach. He picked up the rest of my books and handed them to me. "Thank you. " I smiled. He laughed.
"So what's your name." He asked
"Zorie" I replied." Cool. Mine is Torin". He said
Then the bell rang. We both sprinted to class. After class we talked some more and realized we had the same classes for almost everything.
I was happy because today, I made a friend and an enemy.
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My Completely Normal (Not-Super Powered) Life
FantasyZorie Vermonter, a before normal , regular 14 year old girl (at least that's what she believed) was living alone with her neglectful,unloving adopted "parents". Until her" parents" (If they can even be called parents) send her to public school...
