I was up 5 minutes before my alarm went off. 6:20am. I hate mornings. I got up took and decided to take a shower. Ate breakfast , got dressed . Fixed my hair & makeup , and brushed my teeth. Found my keys and I was out the door by 7:30am. I turned the radio and was jamming for the 15 minutes drive to school.
It was my first day at Jefferson high. It was my senior year and I had to move school. In s way though I didn't mind. Let's just say I had a few misunderstandings at my old school.
I hate when people stare it really gets my blood boiling. So I decided to just put my head down and look and the road as I walked. Bad idea , because I suddenly ran into someone.
"Sorry" I wasn't really but I was just trying to polite.
"Well next watch what your doing" he yelled
Great everyone was staring right at me , just waiting for me to say something.
"I said sorry"
"I don't give a fuck if your sorry or not watch where the hell your walking" he yelled
I jerked at his words. So harsh. He kinda scared me. I decided against saying anything to him and just walked past him.
"Hello"
"Uh hi"
"I am Stacy" she was so cheerful. It made me smile.
"Alice"
"Well I must say it's a pleasure to meet you Alice"
"It's nice to meet you to. Do you mind showing me around a little bit?"
"I would love to!"
So I spent the next 10 minutes walking the hallways as she showed me every classroom.
"Thank you. That was a big help"
"No problem"
Then the bell rang and everyone started going to class.
Did I mention I hate being the new kid. Walking in the classroom everyone staring. Have to introduce yourself to everyone , knowing that 99 percent of them don't care. Great joy.
"Hello you must be new. What's your name?"
"Alice"
"Nice to meet you Alice and I am Mr. John. Please have set"
No problem. I scanned the classroom only to find one open desk. It was by that guy from this morning.
"Great" I mutter under my breath.
He might be a jerk but damn he was hot. Tall , maybe 6'3. Tan, dark brown hair and blue eyes. Either way I didn't like him. He gave me such an uneasy feeling.
"Names Danny"
The bell rung and I rushed out of there before he could say anymore. After that The rest of the day just seem to flew bye.
I came home to find a note from Martin saying he wasn't gonna be coming home tonight because he had a party go to. Martin has been my best friend since I was 5 and he was 6. I was living with him because my mom didn't give a damn about me. My dad, well I don't know where he is. I don't care to know either. So I had no choice but to live with him. Like literally no choice he wouldn't let me stay alone so he packed all my things and told me if I even thought about leaving he would find. I have a feeling that would not be good either.
I am laying up in the couch reading my all time favorite book "Easy", and eating popcorn. It was storming outside and I wish Martin was here. Not just because I was scared but because I needed to know he was okay. I tried calling him earlier but of course he didn't bother to pick up. I looked at the clock and it was midnight. It was officially Saturday
I headed up stairs to get in bed. I was laying in my pillow. The last thing I Remember thinking of was...
Danny.
