The New Girl

Chapter 4

*2 Months later.*

~Angela's P.O.V.

I am 17 now. Only one more week till the beginning of the school year. Fuck. I don't know anybody here and I'll probably won't have any friends. I miss everything: my parents, my friends, my entire life. Maria hates me by this point and disapproved everything I did these 2 months.

I got a side shave, dyed my hair bright red and got a nose and a lip piercing. I did some modeling for Hot Topic cause I guess they thought I looked badass. Wherever I went I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Reason being, I had a scar on my left eye from the attack that got me here. I don't want Monday to come. I've never been the new girl and I was afraid. I don't want to repeat the bullying from middle school.

"Angie! Come down we're going back to school shopping!" I hear Bob yell from downstairs.

"Just give me 5 min." I yell back and start getting ready.

I wore a Sum 41 T-shirt, ripped jeans, black vans and my hair over my left eye...like always.

We drobe to the mall and bought a million different things: binders, folders, notebooks, pens, pensils... Back home I'd get 2 multi subject notebooks, 2 pens, a few pensils and that's it. I've never understood the education system here. We approached the backpacks and I saw a tye dye one with the Blink 182 logo.

"I want this one." I say to Bob.

"Are you shure?" He asks and I nodded, so he got me that one.
"Only one more week of freedom" I think to myself. And at this point I was having a panic attack. I'm gonna be Junior year, when and how did this happen. I just wish I could wake up back home on the top bunk of our bed and see my brother sleeping on the bottom one. We got home and I ran to my room with my school supplies. I throw my self in my bed and hug my yellow teddy bear that my brother gave me when I was just a few days old.

The next day I went to a tattoo parlor and I got my brother's name tattooed on the back of my neck. The only one who knew about it was Bob. If Maria found out about it she would murder us both. She was extremely girly. Before I came here she was the one that decorated the room I was staying at. She didn't really do much to it, I don't understand why she's still mad at me. I just redecorated it by my liking.

When I came home I heard her say

"Where were you?" with a mad voice. She sounded pissed off.

"Why do you care? It's none of your business." I said and went in my room and locked the door. I jumped in the shower and started thinking. What if nobody likes me there? What if I start getting bullied again? But I started to encourage myself. If nobody likes me I won't like them either. If I get bullied I won't cry, I will fight back and believe in myself. I won't be weak like I was back home.

After the shower I looked in the mirror. I stared at my scar while my hair was in a bun. "Hmm... Now that I look at it, it isn't that bad. I look more fierce with it." I thought to myself.

I forgot to put my hair down after I got dressed and went downstairs to grab a bite to eat. And I heard Maria yell

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ON THE BACK OF YOUR NECK?"

"A tattoo." I replied with a calm voice.

"HOW DARE YOU GET A TATTOO? THIS IS MY HOUSE AND YOU WILL LISTEN TO EVERY WORD I SAY! YOU WILL GET IT REMOVED!" She continued to yell.

"No" I said with a cold tone.

"What did you say?"

"I said NO! NO! NO! NO! I WILL NEVER REMOVE IT! YOU'LL NEVER UNDERSTAD THE PAIN THAT I'M SUFFERING FROM! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE AND GET YOUR FUCKING NOSE OUT OF MY SHIT!" I angrily respond to her, ran to my room, hugged my teddy and started to cry. I've never felt this much pain my entire life. I heard a knock on my door

"Go away who ever you are!" I said while lying on my bed. And they left.