Change

Chapter 2

 I was feeling a little more energetic that morning as I had a knew outlook on life. I felt as if maybe this year could be different than the others. I grabbed my hairbrush as I started to brush my shoulder length hazelnut hair. I looked into the mirror as I felt myself critiquing every little thing I could see on myself. I shook my head as I realized I was doing it again, judging myself I mean. I slowly got up from the chair as I turned off my music and made my way downstairs. I could feel the energy of a new school year coursing through my veins as I approached my foster parents.

"Good morning" I said

"Good Morning Margaret, you look lovely today" My foster parents said.

I looked down at myself and frowned, if they said I look lovely does that mean that I don't? I shook my head back and forth a couple of times before finishing up my breakfast. I lifted myself off of the stool as I placed my bowl in the kitchen and walked towards the front door. I slowly lifted up my backpack as I flung it over my shoulder, my mind swirling with thoughts. Today was the first day of my senior year, the last year to start over in high school, to do something with my life. I wanted to break out of this shell that I had built for myself before it was too late. I placed my hand on the cold doorknob as I slowly pushed down and walked out the door. The walk to school was as pleasant as could be expected, which means it was the worst walk of my life. My foster parents refused to drive me to school as they claimed that they didn't have the "time", but I knew the truth. I don't blame them though, I mean who would want to be seen with the town disgrace. I was placed into the foster care system from a young age and always kept to myself, when you put those 2 traits together I was some how categorized as the town weirdo. I didn't have many friends, it was usually just me, myself, and I, well I actually have 3 friends then, haha... just me? Nobody took the time to know me and it wasn't like I gave anyone the opportunity to. Whenever someone talked to me it was because the teacher had forced us to work together or if someone was making fun of me, which happened to be a common occurrence. I stopped walking and wiped the sweat beads that had gathered around my brow and looked to the grand building in front of me, Brentwood High School. The building was tall and painted milky white with our very own blue crescent on the front of the building. The scent of expensive cologne could be smelled from here, the entrance of the school. Yes, I know what you're thinking, this is where you go to school? Short answer, yes. The only reason that I attend this school is because my foster parents thought that it would be best for me to get the best education possible and get out of this town. Even the cruelest people understand that I need to get out of here, it is the worst possible place for me to be. I shook my head as I slowly walked towards the front doors. I checked my wristwatch and saw that I only had 5 minutes to get to homeroom and it was across campus and that would take me 6 minutes, minimum. I started picking up my pace and as I rounded the corner I tripped, right on my knee. Damn. I knew that every school year was a bad one but I really thought this one would be different.