supernova

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3 Years Later: Hello. I wrote this as a horny 16 year old. I'm almost 20 now, and this book is too long for me to edit. I'm gonna be fr. This book isn't amazing, please go into this expecting a 16 year old who wanted so badly to make Atlas seem like he wasn't a bit of a dick because she thought being mean was hot. It's why I went in a year later, changed endings, and added an additional number of chapters. I would add this to my Introduction chapter, but I actually think this is more important than some of the other stuff. I was 16 when I wrote this, just a disclaimer.

Density = Mass / Volume.

Distance= Rate x Time

It's funny.

Chemistry.

A bunch of formulas.

Yet when we think of chemistry, we just think of potions and serums or sexual tension.

y=mx+b

y=m(x-x1)+y1

It's funny.

Math.

I don't even remember learning this in seventh grade Algebra, but I know it by heart. It hurts my head to realize that science is math, but green.

Green: nature, gross, envy, disgust.  Science is math applied to nature which makes it more complicated and ugly to solve.

It's overwhelming to think about how just yesterday I was in Algebra and today, I'm starting AP Calculus AB and AP Chemistry as a junior.

I took a deep breath and opened my car door to get inside.

Cons of going to a different school from your best friend: there's no one to walk in with on the first day.

It's not like I didn't have friends, just no one I was close to.

I remembered I had a quiz first period for AP Chemistry on the fifty common elements and rules on significant figures, so I pulled out a couple sheets I made to help study for that last week. 

I skimmed over the colorful sheets in my hand as I walked down the indigo and light grey halls of Rainberry High.

I felt a shoulder crash into mine.

"Sorry Bell!" Aaron, a  sophomore boy from my Spanish the previous year, yelled as he ran. I cringed as he used the nickname I hated. Arabella was a gorgeous name and any kind of nickname makes me feel sick. What made me upset, is that I told him last year why I didn't like nicknames, and asked him to stop, but he didn't. It wasn't an easy story to tell and he knew that.

I only told him because he wouldn't stop calling me Bella.

People just stop taking your feelings into consideration and when I realized that, I kinda just became a push over. Doing whatever people wanted regardless of what I thought; within limit of course.

I'm here to get out, to graduate and then leave. So less drama, means better grades and time going by faster.

A few seconds later, a group of boys ran past me laughing, but I moved away this time. 

I smiled to myself.

Stupid fuckin' high schoolers.

I walked into my class and sat in the second row. I didn't want to sit in the front, but I wanted to see the board properly, so it seemed like a good compromise.

I was almost done going over the study guides, when the bell rang.

"Did you hear there's a new kid in our grade?" Munynyim said. We had a few classes together in the past and although she's an incredibly sweet girl, it was always small talk. I wondered how she could be so openly boy crazy with her strict mom.