Outcast.

Chapter One.

SPANISH

 I got out of my mom's mini van, before it even came to a stop. My older brother Ethan got out, of the front seat.

 "Have a good first d-" Ethan closed the door. I smirked.

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 I was so glad I had spanish first, because I rocked at it. After french, I had english, then vocals, then phys. ed. I was also really happy that I had P.E last, that way, I won't be sweaty during the day. Then again, I could always have a shower..

 As I opened the front doors to M. Jackson Public School (Named after the king of pop, of course), I was immediatly scared. The hallways were crowded, and everyone looked like they knew where they were going- except for me.

 After I finally found my way to my locker, I crammed my bag into the locker, and grabbed my french binder. I slammed the locker shut, and walked to class, which was just across the hall. The bell rang literally 0.1 seconds before I stepped into the classroom.

 "You're late," said a woman at the front, who I'm guessing was my teacher.

 "But I-"

 "No excuses. Sign in." She pointed to a piece of paper, on a bullatin board beside me. I turned around to a girl with red hair, and freckles.

 "Got a pen?" I whispered. She handed me a black pen, without saying a word. I wrote down my name, and threw it onto her desk.

 "Where do I sit?" I asked. My teacher pointed to a desk, beside a girl with bleach blonde hair, and a boy, who I had to admit was cute. I walked over and right before I was about to sit down, someone said, "Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt." Everbody laughed. I brushed it off, placed my books down on my desk, and sat down.

 "Hola a todos. Bienvenidos al grado diez españoles. Soy la señorita Smith." Ourn teacher said. Everyone looked at her, with either a blank expression on their face, or a "What the heck did you just say?" look. I had a mixture of both. She sighed and, repeated herself, this time in english.

"Hello, everyone. Welcome to grade ten spanish. I'm Misses Smith," Everyone looked a lot less confused. "time to introduce yourselves."

 So, we went up and down the rows, until it came to me. I stood up, and was just about to talk, but I got interuppted, by Mrs. Smith.

 "Are you new here? I've never seen you before," I nodded. "oh, alright. Sorry, continue... or should I say start?" She chuckled at her "joke".

 "I'm Sam." I said, and sat back down. I heard giggling beside me, so I looked over. It was the bleach blonde, and her friends.

 "I bet you Sam's spanish for whore." said the bleach blonde. I gave her a discusted look, and put my ear-buds in. Now, at least I don't have to hear them gossiping and complianing that they broke their nails. Bleh.

ENGLISH.

 After spanish finally came to an end, (Which took forever, by the way) I made my way to my locker again. I put my french books into my bag, and exchanged them for my english books. English was on the first floor, and I was all the way up, on third. I rushed down multiple staircases, and finally found A6, my english classroom. I walked in, with 3 minutes to spair.

 I didn't reconize anyone from my spanish class, which was good. The desks had name tags on them. How cliché. I found the desk, with my name on it, and sat down in it. My teacher was an old woman. I was guessing she dyes her hair, from grey, to brown, because she had wrinkles..

 Within a few minutes, the class was filled with people. The bell rang. Everyone sat down, in their correct spots (I'm guessing).

  Mrs. Old Hag wrote her name across the board. "Mrs. Black." I liked Old hag better. She handed everyone a booklet, that wrote "What Was Shakespeare Thinking, While writing MacBeth. This is going to be a long day...

LUNCH.

3, 2, 1... BRINNNNNNNG. Finally the bell went. I yawned a total of 29 times, not counting the yawns with my mouth closed. I swear, Enlgish could not get anymore boring, than it already was.

 I opened my locker, when the thought hit me; who am I going to eat lunch with? Clearly I didn't make any friends so far, and I obviously can't eat lunch alone, I don't want to be known as a reject. I can't eat with Michael (My brother), either, I'd look like a total loser! But, then again, how stupid would I look if I went up to a random group of strangers, and ask to eat lunch with them?

 I grabbed my lunch out of my bag. Maybe, if I just walk down the hall, a group of people will ask me to sit with them? I hope..

 I walked down the hall, looking around anxiously. I felt something hit the back of my head. I turned around, instantly, and saw the boy who I thought was cute, sitting right there. I scowled, and turned around. What else was I suppose to do? Slap him, and create a reputation for myself? Absolutly not. I just continued to walk, and luckily, I saw my cousin, Riley sitting there, with a few of his friends.

 "Riley!" I cheered happily, rushing towards him.

 "Hey, Sam," He smiled, his goofy-looking smile.

 "Can I have lunch with you?" I asked.

 "Sure, why not," He said, with his smile, still blued to his face. I smiled and sat down across from him, facing the lockers. "This is my cousin, Sam." Riley said, to all of his friends. I waved, smiling.

 "Hey, look, the new girl seems to be good with the boys!" I heard, behind me. I turned around and saw some girl,  that I think was in my English class. I didn't say anything and turned back around.

 "Tough crowd." I said, to myself.

 "What do you mean?" One of Riley's friends asked. I think his name was James. I don't remember.

 "Nothing." I fake smiled.

Is that what I'm gonig to have to survive doing all year? Fake smiling? I sure hope not.

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I'm sorry the chapter's kind of boringly crappy xD The next few chapters will be better, promise.. I hope. Kisses. Xo