Uncontrollable

Liz: Hey, Jerry! Can you do the disclaimer?

Jerry: No way! I don't know how and besides, Breanna's gonna be here any minute now! I don't want her to see me doing a disclaimer! That's stupid!

*Steps closer*

Liz: Look, Jerry, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. You can get do the disclaimer, or I can get out the saltines...

Jerry: LizDoesn'tOwnKickinItOrLabRatsOrAnyOfTheCharacters!

Liz: Better...Much better

-ALL...YOUR...LINE...BREAKS...ARE...JEALOUS...OF...MINE-

Another year. Another school. Another group of friends. Another best friend to make. Another to leave.

But it doesn't matter anymore, because Dad promised me that we'd stay here till I graduate, if not after.I hope we can stay here in Seaford instead of like all the other cities. Houston, New York City, Nashville, Oklahoma City, etc. Every year was a new school.

At all of my old schools, I was mocked for my hair. I didn't think that ombre would look that bad on me! But apparently, you're supposed to have lighter brown hair to pull it off. So every day, I had to live with my almost black hair and my bleached tips. I had finally resorted to wearing a beanie because my dad said I would have to stick to this hair for three years. To be fair, it was expensive to get done.

But over the summer, I got the tips cut, so my once- waist- length hair to the middle of my back. So tomorrow, I would start school as a new person, ready to learn and get good grades. But my main focus, would be to find a stellar dance program. Not to brag or anything, but I'm a pretty good dancer. I also want to find a dojo. I had never been trained in a dojo, but my adopted dad, Donald, trained me from, well, from birth.

Anyway, I rolled out of bed and showered. I dressed in a black and white striped shirt with a frilly black and white bow on the back that stretched form the top to the bottom of the shirt ( itm/Black-And-White-Striped-Bow-Back-Shirt-/321296408683). I slipped on my denim shorts. Now for the hardest part. Shoes. I squinted my eyes at my small shoe collection. In the last town I was in, people judged me on my looks. I always wore flats and jeans. I decided to change my look entirely. I curled my hair flipping it away from my face.

I chose some black combat boots and grabbed some black and white striped socks and pulled them up above my boots and scrunched them up a bit. I liked the look. It said I'll kick your butt if I have to, so don't get on my bad side. That's what I wanted to portray. I wanted friends that will take me as I am, the butt kicker and swag master. I used to be Bree, but I'm gonna let people call me Breanna now.

I jumped down the stairs and passed my dad on the way out.

"Grab some breakfast on your way out, Breanna." He said without looking up.

"How do you know I don't have any?" I asked. "You're not even looking!"

He looked up at me and stood up. Smiling and hugging me, he responded, "I know you from the inside out, Bree. I know your faults and fears. And I hope that someday you'll find someone that knows you that well."

Donald has the amazing superpower to make anyone tear up just by talking to them. My mom passed away two years ago, and it's been hard.

"Okay, I'll grab some."

I pulled open the fridge and grabbed the milk. After pouring it out some cereal, I poured the milk. It was all chunky and gross. I looked at it and looked up again. I would give this to Leo or Adam, but they're both asleep. "Chase, I made you breakfast!" I called after my brother (AN:If you know where that's from, I'll love you forever!). I grabbed some saltine crackers instead. He came down, dead tired, and grabbed the bowl without even thinking and sat down and started to eat it. Wow, and he's supposed to be the smart one. My dad and I exchanged glances. I got my camera ready. Three...Two...

"BREANNA ALEXANDRA LILLIANA ASHLEY BIANCA DAVENPORT!"

"That's my cue! I'm out!" I grabbed my skateboard and ran out. I giggled to myself. I stuck headphones in and was so preoccupied that I didn't even notice the tree root poking out of the ground. I tripped and squeezed my eyes shut bracing myself for the impact. It never came. Instead I felt a strong hand on the small of my back. I looked up and saw a face I would not soon forget.

Strong chiseled features. Eyes brown as an innocent doe. Hair with waves that I could just drown in. His cute ears had headphones in them.

I found myself getting lost in the complication of his eyes. He stared right back at me. I cleared my throat and said, "Thanks for catching me," very softly.

He pulled out his headphones. "What?"

Uh-oh. He dropped me in the effort of pulling out his headphones. I hit the ground with a thud. "I said thanks for catching me, but I guess we're even now, huh?"

"I am so sorry! My name's Jerry, by the way. Jerry Martinez." He stretched out his arm to help me up.

"It's fine, like I said, now we're even. Oh, and I'm Breanna." I took his outstretched arm and pulled myself up.

"Nice to meet you, but I've got to go, before I'm late for school. See you around, Breanna."

"Oh, wait, Jerry! What school are you going to?"

"Seaford High, why?"

"That's where I'm going! I'll walk with you."

"Okay! Can I see your schedule really quickly?" I gave it to him. He skimmed it and exclaimed, "Wow, Breanna! We have every single class except for language together! Even dance, and nobody takes dance."

"Um, why does nobody take dance? Dance is like the greatest thing since saltine crackers, am I right?" I pull one that I got for breakfast out and start to nibble on it.

He freezes in his tracks. He has a look of shock and disgust as he stares at me. "I- I...I gotta go, B-Breanna I'll c-catch up with you in...in first period!"

He sprints in the opposite direction. "Jerry? You're going the wrong way!"

He comes back running. He distinctly makes a sharp turn around me. "I knew that!"

So this was my first chapter, like ever. Tell if it was good or bad. I probably won't be stop writing if you give me hate, so bring it. Well, actually don't bring it. Keep it where it is. But really, tell me some mistakes that I made, and I'll be happy to fix it up!

-Liz