New School For Alexandria Black

Chapter Two

Once inside, I take a glance around. I spot an adult with blue colored shorts and a white t-shirt. Not seeing anyone else that looks like a P.E. teacher, I walk over to them.

"You must be the new kid," he says, his bald head reflects the light.

I nod once to answer his question. He grabs a bag from the bleachers, that are only a few feet behind him. "Here you go," he says handing me the bag. "That is your P.E. uniform, so take care of it." He points over to the doors on the right side of the gym, "Over there is the girls' locker room." He drops his hand. "On the other side of the gym is the boys'. So go get dressed."

I nod and start walking away. I pause when I hear him say. "I'm Mr. Lines by the way, but people normally call me Coach Lines."

"Alexandria," I mutter, then start walking away again.

I walk across the gym floor to the locker room door. Slowly I open it and glance around. Most of the girls turn to look at me.

In the background, I hear a girl's high pitched voice say, "It's that emo who stood up to Audrey."

I see one spot that is empty, so that is where I stop at. Quickly I take my shoes and skinny jeans off and put the black shorts on, which have my last name in white at the bottom of the right leg. I take a small look around and most of them are still looking at me.

I glare at all of them. "Ever hear of doing your own shit?" I ask.

Faster than I thought they would, they all go back to what they were doing. I sigh and take off my Three Days Grace shirt and put on the gym shirt. The black shirt is on the big side. When I got signed up for this school, I was able to pick the color of my gym clothes out of red, black, white, and a few other colors I can't remember. You could have two different colors, one for your shorts and the other for your shirt. I obviously picked a black shirt and a black pair of shorts.

Somewhere in the room, I hear somebody mutter something about my tattoos. My precious babies, hours upon hours of sitting in a chair being stabbed by a needle.

"Yeah I have tattoo sleeves, wanna say something about it, tell me." With that I walk out of the locker room.

My dad was a tattoo artist, he was the one to give mine to me. A mix of barbwire, red roses, skulls, wolves, band symbols, and a few other things.

After about three minutes, everyone has gotten dressed and is now sitting on a section of bleachers. I am sitting by myself near the top of the bleachers.

"All right," Coach Lines shouts. "We are playing dodgeball today. So I need two teams captains, or you want to go with guys against girls?"

When he asks, everyone starts shouting over each other. Coach Lines shouts at us to be quiet.

"New girl, make the decision," he says.

The boys want to have it them against the girls, but the girls want to have teams picked, probably because with one look over them, I can tell they are bad.

"Pick teams," I decide.

This team has about fifty or sixty kids, so it takes us a few minutes to get down to where we are not. A shy looking, light brown haired girl with glasses and me, the weak looking emo. After this class, they will not leave me as one of the last ones picked, I am so much better than I look.

The team picking now, mostly looks like they can kick ass. They pick the shy girl. The team I get put on is a team that looks like they will disappoint me. I give a sigh and move over to my team.

"Team one, you have the right side. Team two, the left," Coach Lines shouts.

Deciding not to stay with my team, I hurry up and walk over to our side. While my team starts walking over to me, they start glaring at me.