The broken one

CHAPTER 1 

I stand here looking in the mirror, with the same nerves that have been eating away at me since I found out I will be starting at a new school. Constantly touching up my make up, smoothing down my fine white shirt, praying my curls dont fall from my hair, I really want to make a good first impression. Dreading my first day at Heinfeild high school, this school cant be as bad the last one. I hope.

My mother has called me down at least 3 times now for breakfast but there is no way I will be able to eat without bringing it all back up. Three more glances to the mirror making sure everything is perfect,  I grab my black, basic, back pack and rush downstairs. My mother is hovering around in the kitchen immaculately dressed with perfectly straight blond hair, dressed to perfection. Since i can remember my mother has always been dedicated to having the perfect image, the perfect marriage, the perfect child.

I run straight to the door avoiding anymore communication with my mother, I  say a quick bye and head straight to school and Just my luck it starts raining, of course it does. There's no way my locks can handle this amount of rain, great this is just what I needed for my first day. I was in such a panic I didn't even grab my coat. My brain is racing, how should I talk to people? Should I avoid everyone? Will they even like me ? Its already 08:15 and my classes start at 08:30, to add to my annoyance I don't even know my way around the school. Pushing through the double doors of this building, surrounded by litter and raging teens, I make my way to reception where I am quickly escorted to my first lesson without even a tour or introduction. I'm guessing my mother didn't realise how bad this school was, but the nagging in my brain tells me its the only one I would be excepted into. 

"Everybody take your seats, and shut it!" A small blonde women shouts at the front of the class, clearly wearing to much make up and half of her lipstick has ended up on her teeth. So this is my teacher, i know I sound judgemental but i hope she's better at teaching than doing her make up otherwise there's no point in my being here. I was doing perfectly fine at home, isolated from the world, the most conversation I've had in the past three months is with my shrink. As you can imagine those conversations weren't exactly a joy. It was mostly sitting in silence as I refuse to talk about what they want me too. 

The first lesson is English, I have been assigned to work on the novel of mice and men, Wanting to be invisible and avoid everyone  but of course I get paired up to work with the most chatty girl in the class, her name is Hannah. I don't care much for her constant chatter, but she is stunning with black straight hair going all the way down her back, piercing blue eyes and porcelain skin. " so if I give you my address, we can work more on this later, if your free tonight? Although I am only free until 7pm as my boyfriend is coming over " Hannah explains in her chatty way. I agree in the hopes she stops talking. Not long after we've been dismissed I escape the classroom and head straight for my next lesson, the corridors are filled with soda cans and empty crisp packets, does this school even have a cleaner? too focused on the mess of the school I am now lost and can't find my to chemistry, the halls are still flooded with students so I'm guessing everyone just doesn't care about being on time.

" Are you fucking blind?" an angry but very hot and pissed of student shouts at me. In my panic I stay still trying to process bumping into this very hot stranger but no this is not a movie and instead of helping me with my books he growls " must be blind and death" and storms of down the hall. How charming. So this is the group of people I'm going to be surrounded by, this is my last year and its going to be hell, granted not as bad as the last school, Nothing could top what happened there. 

" HEY! its you again want to come to chemistry with me? you look lost?" the familiar voice of Hannah hits the air and i have to say she may be annoyingly chatty but she is the only one who has been nice to me since I've arrived. Walking to chemistry another lesson I'm no so keen on going to Hannah is telling me how much i am going to love it here once I'm settled in although I really doubt that will happen. I nod along smiling to watch she says and she doesn't seem so bad after all. She mainly consists on talking about her boyfriend, and about how bad he is and crap he treats her but she cant help but love him. I really hope this isn't her way of asking for relationship advice, I don't exactly have the best track record when it comes to relationships, but that's probably because I've never love anyone.