Broken

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I put the car in ignition and begin speeding off to the new school my father attended me too after a mishap happened.

let's just say it ended in a couple broken bones and spilt coffee.

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Parking in the student parking lot, I grab my bag and my warm cup of black coffee and head to the main office, checking in of course.

"Hello, I'm Rachel Eliza-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

The Secretary says as she gives me a map of the school. Her cold fingers swipe across my hand as her blue eyes lock with mine.

"Thank you, ms?"

"Tomlinson."

and with my map I start finding my classes.

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My home room was art.

Mrs. Colin, beautiful blonde ringlets that bounced as she walked, lovely green eyes and a clear confident voice to match.

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Lunch was enjoyable. Lots of kids staring and preppy girls gossiping about every inch of the social chain.

This school was nothing like my old one.

No cliques or groups.

Individuals, and friends. Preps with jocks, everybody hung out with anyone.

And I liked it.

The lunch bell rings and I put my coat on and head to the smoking area at the back of the school.

I set a smoke between my teeth and realize I don't have a lighter.

right then, a guy walks out the door, cigarette in his mouth, hands in his pocket.

"Need a light?" He asks. His light hazel eyes are so relaxing.

as I look at my feet as I blow out some cool air and say "yeah, please." He cups his hand over the end of my cigarette and lights it.

"Landen Wilson."

"Rachel Elizabeth."

"You're new, aren't you?" He asks blowing out the cigarette smoke.

"Math," I answer looking at the ground blowing out the smoke slowly.

"Well I have to get too tech." He says.

"Phys end." I laugh, stepping on my cigarette.

He goes inside and five minutes later I follow up, his locker is right at the end of the hall near the smoke pit.

I walk past him and smile to myself as I walk all the way down to my locker in the opposing hall, grabbing my gym bag, and a smile on my face.

don't worry, love is stupid, its idiotic.
People are toxic, they are not medicine.
Do not depend on a person to make you happy because all you have is yourself.

I think to myself.