Locker 2812 (Danny Edge Fanfiction)

1. Transferring➡

Molly Sarah Rodriguez. That's my name. But you can call me Martha. That's what everyone calls me; and I hate it. I don't know why people call me it. Iv never really been called my proper name. Except for in school. Ugh school. Even the thought of it makes me want to gag.

I used to live in California. And I went to a big fancy private school where all the rich kids go. I hated it. Didn't make any friends, which I'm not really fussed about. But we had to move to Maryland, Phoenix because of dads job or something. When I say "we" I mean me and my dad. My mom left when I was a little girl because my dad worked all day and I had anger issues and I used to lash out a lot. She hardly ever spoke to me. She used to sit in the living room watching TV and make me cook my own dinner when I got home from school. Bear in mind I was only about five and I had the responsibilities of an 18 year old. By the time I was 10 I knew how to make a roast dinner for 4 people. Anyway after that she left because apparently I was 'too much to cope with'.  I'm glad in a way, because she wasn't really a mom. She was in the way all the time. Whereas my dad, he's my king. He's supported me through everything, he isn't working that many hours either so we get to spend time together. Which I like.

Anyway. Forget about my last life. I started a new one here in Phoenix. A new Martha Sarah Rodriguez.

I joined a new school. Maryland High School. Pretty self-explanitary. I thought it was going to be like the last school I went to. Same type of people. Same type of crappy subjects that won't even benefit my life in the slightest; and it was. Except for you didn't have to go in a uniform. Which was good. 

The morning of the first day of my new high school I got up at 6.30am. I figured I wanted to make a good first impression. A really good first impression. I woke up, took a shower, straightened my hair, put my makeup on and got dressed. I wanted to express myself so I wore my Sleeping With Sirens  band tee I got from Hot Topic in California, my black skinny jeans, my vans and my black leather jacket. I scanned myself in my mirror for any flaws or for anything I needed to add or take away. I figured I looked fine so I grabbed my backpack and said bye to my dad and starting walking to school.

As I was walking I was running through the things I'd need to say to people if they asked me questions. I thought to myself:

"What do I say if people ask me about my mom? Do I say she died? Do I say she and my dad divorced?"

"Should I try and make friends?"

"What if someone wants to be my friend?"

All these questions were running through my head and I was quickly trying to come up with answers. I decided that whatever came into my mind at that time, would be the answer. It could either have been a bad answer or a good answer, either way I was gonna end up unpopular and known as 'the emo kid' like I did at my last school. But at that time I didn't mind. It kinda had a ring to it. 'The emo kid'. Sounded original.

I came to the school gates. I took a deep breathe and said to myself, "It'll be OK here. No-one knows you." I looked up, and walked into my future. Which could either end up terrible, or the best time of my life...