Supernatural: Book 1: Coco's Story

Chapter 1

Please be aware that I created this a couple of years ago. I may have made some typos.

My name is Coco, and I am currently waiting in a car. There's nothing to do but scroll through social media. My mom is always late and unprepared for everything that we do, even if she's the one forcing me to do it!
Each year, she wants me to do some sort of extra credit so I can get better grades in school. I know that grades aren't important, at least until high school, so I don't need to work on them right now. She's noticed that I have gotten multiple bad grades on my report card, so she's doing whatever she can to boost it back up. Instead of extra credit, maybe she should focus on my actual schoolwork for once.
"Sorry, let's get going!" My mom says as she enters the car. I roll my eyes in response, and look out the window. She always has to get so prepped up while we are just going to school. No one's even really going to be there, so what's the point?
The car ride is silent while we arrive at East Side Middle School. She knows that I don't want to do this. She knows that I don't get along with other people well in New Noire.
I don't feel like I fit here in New Noire. Everything here is so strange and off putting compared to Rapid Skies. It's much busier here, it's less beautiful here, and everyone has a strange accent. We don't go out as much as we usually do. We always have to be careful on the streets now, there could be people who would steal your belongings.
The ride is short, and we get to the school quickly. Both of us get out of the car, and walk towards the building. I despise school, and what's worse is that I have to go a few days early! I still can't believe she forced me to do this.
We enter the building, and there is the principal, and a boy next to him. The boy is the only new student this year. We have a program in this school where someone has to mentor the new students. I had a mentor for a short time last year.
Her name was May, and she didn't pay much attention to me. She spent more time with her friends than she did. I understood, but she was trusted to guide me during the last month of school. I had to understand this place mostly by myself.
Without the proper introduction, I never got to have any real friends that year. I hope that it's a little bit different this year, and I don't have to be so lonely. It's probably not going to happen though, and I can survive without friends.
"Hello Coco, this is Hero. He will be your student to look after." The principal says. "Say hello, Hero."
"Hi." He simply said. He was a normal boy, nothing special. He had brown hair, brown eyes, some freckles, and a blue shirt.
"Hello." I said, I wasn't too interested in him.
"Can you please show him around the school while me and your mother talk?" He says to me with a smile.
"Of course." I sarcastically replied, I walked down the halls, and Hero followed behind me, looking at all of the posters. They were very cheesy and unoriginal, so I never paid too much attention to them. I just wanted to get out of here, and do anything but this.
I showed him the lockers and the classrooms, there wasn't much, but he seemed interested enough. After I showed him all across the school, it was finally time for me to go back to my house.
I didn't want to think about going back to that dreaded, useless building. Adding stress onto my back, having to meet people again, having to speak up and do things during class. I don't want to go to that nightmare of a place for nine months straight.
"Your principal seems very welcoming."
"You met him last school year, I already know." I said, and face towards the window.
She sighs. "You better not act like that to Hero. He seems like a nice young man that you can get along with easily."
"Ew! Mom, I don't like him!"
"Just an idea." She concluded.

The next three days passed quickly. Who knew that scrolling through social media was such a time waster? My mom took me back to school shopping, looking for some new clothes that might fit me better. I didn't care too much about what I looked like, I just wanted to lay on my bed again, be on my phone, and not care. I picked some okayish clothes, and helped my mom hurry out of the store.
I miss my friends sometimes. I never had many back in Rapid Skies, but I would hang out with them nearly every day. Since I am not with them anymore, I have lost contact with them. There's no use staying in touch if none of you will ever meet up again.
They were nice to me, but they aren't known for the nicest things. I wasn't exactly like them, so I didn't follow their actions. My father wanted me to stay away from them, but I didn't listen to him. They were the only friends I could remember.
Eventually came district registration day. At my old school, we did this on the first day of school. Here, we do it a few days before school actually starts. I don't want to go there any more than I already have this year, and this registration only adds on to the wasted time.
It took many hours to get done with. It involved waiting, and lines, and getting my picture taken. I was forced to look good, as my mom found some fancy clothing, and put a ton of makeup all over my face. She loves to collect the photos and put them in this large binder. I hate it, it's not like it will be useful one day. I won't ever look back and say: "I looked so beautiful." I look like a doll, an overdressed, pampered one.
Regardless, I got my picture taken. Then, I had to find my bus route, which was a pain. I hate riding the bus. It's stinky, cramped, and annoying. I don't want to sit next to a kid that is going to pick his nose and place the snot on the seat in front of me. That's absolutely disgusting.
Finally, I had to get my laptop. The only good thing about this dreadful registration. I don't have an accessible computer at home, so this would be the only thing at my house that has an actual keyboard on it. Unfortunately, half of the websites that I searched up are blocked, and that limits me and the whole school from playing around once in a while.
I hate that they block websites. Us students need to have our freedom at some point of our school day. I would try to do something about it, but it doesn't bother me that often. I don't even know what I would do to do something about it. I guess I just have to live with it.