Everyone has weird habits. Including me. But not only is this habit weird it's annoying. When I get nervous which is a lot, I knock on my knuckles.
As I clutch my skateboard I approach my new school. My skateboard is black with a white skull and a crack at the corner of its head with blood seeping out.
I open the glass door and get lost in the crowd immediately. Everyone is shoving, and so many elbows. Oh god. Ibe lost count of how many times I've been elbowed in the stomach.
Someone grabs my arm and pulls me into the office.
"T-t-thanks you so m-m-much! T-t-that hallways is a d-d-death trap." I glance over to the person who helped me.
She has ginger hair and green eyes. She smiles a bright smile and shoots out her hand.
"Hi I'm Jenna. I'm guessing your new here?" She perks up an eyebrow. I nod and shake her hand.
"Come on I want to see your schedule." Says Jenna.
I walk to the front desk and see a 30 year old woman with large thick blue glasses.
"Hello. I-I-I'm n-new and..." I trail off. I really hate my stutter.
"Hi Mrs. Gretchen this girls new and needs her schedule." Jenna explains for me.
Mrs. Gretchen eyes me. "Name?" She asks in a scratchy voice.
"S-S-Skylar Ruth." I stutter once again. She rifles through mountains of paper until she hands me one.
Without saying thanks Jenna grabs the paper out of my hands and steers us into the hallway. She takes me through the halls of the school. We've been walking for what seems like 5 hours until we come to a locker. Locker 401.
Jenna looks at the locker number intensely. She gasps (very loudly) an I jump.
"Sorry. Its just your sharing a locker with the most popular guy in school.That little bastard." She mutters. I smile.
"Can I have my schedule?" I ask her.
She quickly scans over the paper and grins. We have all of our classes together except for gym. I nod.
Jenna hands me back my paper and I open my locker. My locker combination is 35-0-4-6. My skateboard fits perfectly in the locker. Jenna grabs what I suspect is my math journal and take my arm again rushing through the crowds.
"S-s-seriously we have m-m-math in the m-m-morning?" She nods.
Suddenly everyone goes quite.
I raise an eyebrow.
I see a familiar pair of eyes come closer and closer as he approaches me.
"That's your locker buddy." Jenna whispers to me.
"And...m-m-my neighbor." She stars at me shocked and I shrug.
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Ballet Shoes
RomantikSkylar has an abusive father who is soon sent to jail. She gets back her sister and gets a new set of friends. Plus, a boyfriend. But when she starts doing ballet a new found passion of hers her friends and boyfriend help her get rid of the scars he...
