My Life Couldn't Possibly Get Any Worse... I Stand Corrected!

Chapter 1~ Beginning of the End

Dedicated to misskallie94. Her story "Changed Forever" inspired some of the plot.

Also, a picture of the main characters from this chapter is on the side over there --------->

Chapter 1~ The Beginning of the End

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“VALARIE!!!! GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF BED, WE’RE GOING TO BE LATE!!!” God I wish Carol would just shut up already, if I haven’t gotten out of bed by now does she really think I care if I’m late?

“Valarie, if you don’t get out of bed right now I’m not driving you to  school. It’s my first day too, I shouldn’t have to look like a dork just because you want to be lazy” Carol pouted after walking into my room and standing at the foot of my bed.

“God Carol, will you shut up already? I’m getting up, alright? I’ll be ready in 5 mi-” I was then cut off by Carol throwing clothes at my face and smothering what I was about to say. I looked down and was like ‘oh, hell no’.  What does she think I am? A stripper? There was no way I was going to wear this skimpy, see-through belly shirt and the skirt that looked like it would be so tight that my ass would bust it if I walked wrong. Especially the stilettos that had to be at least 6 inches, I can’t even walk in 3 inches. I threw the clothes back at her before falling out of bed, dragging myself up into a standing position, and walking over to my closet to dig out a Hollywood Undead T-Shirt, a pair of jeans, and my favourite black converse. They had these really cool, wide laces, one of them was green with polka dots in like 5 different colours, and the other was hot pink with white stars all over it.

I then walked into the bathroom to wash my hair and face, then ran down the hall to grab my book bag out of the den, and headed to the kitchen to down a glass of orange juice with a pack of uncooked Pop-tarts. Just as I was rinsing out my glass Carol laid on her horn, telling me to hurry the hell up. I had to run back upstairs to grab my jacket before we left and when I got outside Carol was starting to pull away, making me have to run to catch her.

“What the hell? Why’d you start driving?” I asked her, panting after running.

“You were taking too long. You said 5 minutes, not 8.” She rolled her eyes and started driving again. After about 15 minutes of driving we pulled up to our new school. God, I could already tell that I was going to hate it here. I could practically smell the pep and it was starting to make me sick. Go figure, that’s what I get for letting my sister pick our school. Screw school spirit, if I can make it through the day unnoticed then I’ll be the happiest kid here. Of course that wasn’t going to happen because the moment I set foot out of the car a band of cheerleaders showed up. Damn it.

“Hi” said the one in front. “My name’s Kristi, this is Carmen, Makayla, Bethany and Stephany, they’re twins, oh, and this is Brittany.” She announced while pointing to each person in turn. Kristi was a pretty brunette, with a light complexion, small, close set, hazel eyes, a straight nose, an angled chin, and she had to be about 5’3”. In all, she was a very pretty girl, I’d guess she was probably from England by her accent.

Carmen, I assumed, was some sort of Latina. She had gorgeous black hair that came down in waves to the middle of her back, close set, dark brown eyes,  and a clever smirk. We'd probably get along if it weren't for the fact that she was a cheerleader. Makayla had coffee brown skin, curly hair that came to her shoulders (it would probably be longer if she straightened it), and high cheek bones. Bethany and Stephany were obviously identical-twins. They looked almost exactly the same with cream coloured skin, except for the fact that Bethany was a brighter blonde, was slightly taller, and her eyes were more towards light brown, while Stephany was more of a strawberry-blonde, seemed to be about 5'2"/5'3", and had more greenish-blue eyes. Then I looked at Brittany. Dear gods, she was the devil herself, I could practically FEEL the bitchiness radiating off of her. She was like a cat, she could be nice for as long as it suited her, but the moment you make a mistake her claws come out. She was in a pink miniskirt that was so short that if she bent over you could most-likely see her underwear, a white and pink belly shirt, and 7" stilettos. I just kind of stared at her feet for a minute trying to figure out how she walked in those. She had platinum-blonde hair, dark, tanned skin from the summer, greyish-blue eyes, and this snotty little look on her face. God I wanted smack it off her face just then.

Anyway, after noting their appearances and seeing the cheer outfits most of them were wearing I just kind of assumed they were talking to Carol so I grabbed my book bag, told Carol that I'd see her later and walked off. Next thing I know Carmen's bouncing down the hall right beside me.

"Um… What're you doing?"

"Walking with you of course!"

"I thought you were talking to Carol."

"Carol?"

"Yeah, my sister. The chick that was driving the car?"

"Oh, her. She seemed kinda preppy so I didn't really stick around."

"Seriously?"

"What?"

 "Oh, nothing. Just the fact that you're a cheerleader, called my sister preppy, and DIDN'T want to talk to her."

"Oh… So? Just because I'm a cheerleader doesn't mean I'm all 'OMG! Brit, like, you'll never guess  what just happened to me' 'What?' 'Like, OMG, Chris totally just asked me out! Oooh, happy jump  with me!' " She did the mock conversation in a really high pitched, girly voice. 

"That… WAS AMAZING! I think we'll get along just fine. Oh, just don't try to get me to wear bright,  frilly clothes."

"Whatever, I'm like that too. Just because I'm on the cheer squad doesn't mean I like wearing  miniskirts and belly shirts." 

"Sweet. Hey can you tell me where Ms. Bubbles' class is?"

"Yeah, it's on the way to my first class. I'll show you."

"Kay, thanks."

"No problem."

We walked for awhile until we came in front of Ms. Bubbles' classroom. Biology. Great, I hate Biology. When I walked in the teacher didn't even look up, causing me to have to walk up to her and introduce myself.

"Hello, I'm Valarie Mortensan." She then looked up.

"Oh, hello. You must be the new student, I'm Ms. Bubbles. I don't see the need in introducing you to the class, they'll know you soon enough. So please, go take a seat and class will begin shortly."

I walked to the back because I don't like being out in the open. I get kind of paranoid if my back isn't against a wall.  But anyway, so I'm in the back corner chilling and waiting for class to start, the class finally starts to fill up when a kid walks up to me.

"Dude, you shouldn't sit there."

"Why not?"

"Because Calvin sits there."

"Who's Calvin?"

That's when his eyes widen and he starts backing away.

"I'm Calvin" Says a warm, deep, husky voice from in front of my desk.

I slowly turn towards the voice and came face-to-face with a whom I assumed was Calvin.

He was well built, but not over bulky. You could see the muscles in his arms under his black AC/DC T-Shirt. He also wore faded, torn up jeans, black and white Chuck Taylor High Tops and a dark green, studded belt. He had sandy blonde hair, icy blue eyes, and tanned skin.

He was kneeling down in order to be eye level with me.

"And that's my seat, so I would appreciate it if you would move."

"I don't see your name on it." At me saying that the whole room went silent as whatever conversation that was still going on instantly died down. When I look back at Calvin he's smirking.

"Actually, my name is on it" and he points to where he wrote on the chair in permanent marker. As I inspect closer I see his name written across the back. After a glaring at him for a minute I get up and look for a new seat to discover that the only one available is the one next to him so, sighing, I take it. I hear laughter coming from my left and turn to see Calvin snickering.

"I'll give him something to laugh about" I think to myself and for the rest of the class I sit there glaring daggers at him while formulating a plan.

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Author's Note:

Hey, so like I said before, this is my first story so tell me if I'm too descriptive or anything. Yeah, so Fan, Vote, ect.