My eyes cracked as the sun peaked through my window. I groaned and covered my face in the covers. "Get up!" Veronica, the grouchy head of my group home, yelled at my doorway. I sighed and sat up. I sat there a few minutes just looking at the floor. Eventually, i stood up and headed to the bathroom. I stare into the mirror studying my facial features. I take my makeup bad out of the drawer and begin. I'm not doing much today, I don't really feel like it. After a light coat of mascara i piled everything back onto the bag and struggled to zip it. I take down my long black hair from the messy bun i slept in, and put it back up into a slightly more publicly acceptable bun. I head immediately back into my room and throw on some black skinnies and my illuminati wife beater. I slip on my black vans and grab my bag. It is my first day at Valentina High. School has only been in for a few weeks, but considering i just got to my new group home 3 days ago, and this is my first real school since the 8th grade, this is the first day of the end of my life.
I take my time down the stairs, meeting Veronica at the bottom. The rest of the kids have already left with Derek, the jock, and oldest in the home. But i have not been enrolled yet, so i have to go with her "Are you ready?" She asks me. "If i say no can i stay home?" I ask sarcastically. She rolls her eyes at me. "Get in the car." She demands. I silently head to the car. I put in my earphones and drown out the whole speach she gives me. I'm sure it's something about behavior, but nothing i haven't heard before. My stomach drops as i see the school. It's a nice looking school. It's your typical looking high school. With the red brick and white trim. The perfect place to suck teens dry of their hopes and dreams, you know.
I take out my earphones, not hesitating to slam the door on my way out of the car. If you can't tell, i don't want to be here. But Marty, Veronica's husband, works in the Board Of Education and feels that it makes him look bad to have a kid in his house who is homeschooled. What a joke. As we walk into the office the principle greets us. "This is Ella." Veronica says, realizing i'm not going to. "Nice to meet you, Ella. My name is Mr.Jackson." He shakes my hand and I sit down, not speaking. I sit there while they fill out papers and make stupid adult jokes i could care less than to understand. I will be in the 11th grade this year.
Once all the papers are filled out, Mr. Jackson prints out my schedule and hands it to me. I proabably have all the leftover classes no one wanted to take now. He also hands me another sheet of paper and informs me to show it to all of my teachers. He explains to me that this school has an A and B day schedule and i have 7 classes in all. I look over my schedule, it's an A day today, so first up, English 11. Lovely. I walk down the hallways, searching for room 116. After 20 minutes i decide that it's hopeless and just sit down beside a row of lockers. "Are you lost?" A deep voice asks. I look up to see a friendly face looking down on me. "Kinda." I reply with a shaky voice. "Who are you looking for?" He asks, holding a hand out to help me up. "Room 116, Mr. Allen." I said as i took his hand.
"I'll walk you there." He said as he let go of my hand. I studied him, he has dark blue eyes and dark brown hair. His style seems a bit off, seeing as his button up has a pattern of little fish and he's wearing khakis capris. He has high cheek bones along with a strong jawline. a geeky looking jock, from what i can tell. "Why are you staring at me?" He laughed. I quickly averted my eyes. "Sorry" I mumbled. "To start off with, you're suppose to be downstairs." He says chuckling a bit. He begins to walk down a hallway, i quickly follow behind him. "So what school did you come from?" He asks. "I've been homeschooled since 8th grade." I answer. "oh, cool." He says. "This is your classroom, i gotta go though, i'm suppose to be in the bathroom." He turns and walks away.
I creak open the door to the nearly silent classroom. I see an extremely short man writing at the board. Everyone is staring at me. He turns and looks at me, sneering slightly. He walks over and takes the papers from my hand. "Class, this is Ella Lee. She will be in this class from now on." He says. "Your seat will be beside Weston. Weston, raise your hand." I saw a hand raise in the back of the room and quickly headed towardws it, avoiding eye contact with everyone. I sat down and averted my eyes to my desk.
I begin doodling on a peice of paper, pretending to take notes and pay no attention to the lesson. "You can draw really well." A voice speaks from beside me. I jump and close my notebook from reflex. "Thanks..?" I reply in a shaky tone. "Chill out, i'm not going to kill you. I'm Weston." I watch his lips as they move. He has full lips and shoulder length black hair. His hazel eyes are some of the prettiest i've ever seen and i soon find myself staring. "Hello?" He asks. I jump out of my haze and back into reality. "Oh, uh, Ella." I mumble, trying to act like i was paying attention. "Yeah, i know" He says as he smiles. His teeth are so perfect, and lord that smile. *Woah, Ella calm down. He doesn't want you, you're just you.* I rip myself out of my thoughts and again avert my eyes to my desk. The rest of the class is spent in silence.
The bell rings and everyone rushed out of the classroom. I check my schedule and stand up to exit the classroom. "I won't have to worry about you and Weston, now, will i?" Mr.Allen asks as i reach the door. I turn and smirk. "I don't think so." I whisper and turn around to walk out of the classroom. I make my way down the hallway reminding myself of where i'm heading. Parenting, room 130, Mrs.Gypsy. I spot room 130 and walk in. I hand Mrs.Gypsy the slip of paper and she smiles widely at me. Everyone gets into the room and the tardy bell rings. I'm still standing at Mrs. Gypsy's desk studying the faces of the students who were paying no attention to me. She introduces me to the class the same as Mr.Allen did and explains to me that the whole class will be about being a good student, and safe sex, along with the risk of STD's so many things i have nothing to do with. I don't even want a kid, and though i'm not a virgin, sex is the last of my worries.
I sit by a kid named Justin and he talks to me almost all the way through the class. We talk about everything from home lives, to social lives, parents, and classes. Turns out that this is only his second day at the school. We compare schedules and i find out that i have a few classes with him. He's a friendly soul. He's also a flaming homosexual, as he labels himself.
It's finally lunch class, which is basically just a class where we do nothing, then go to eat, then do nothing again. We have 3 'waves' of lunch. The first wave bell rings as i finally find the old art room. This is where i will be spending my hour and 30 minutes of nothing every day. As soon as i walk in i spot Weston, in the middle of a group of girls. I avert my eyes and walk up to the teacher. His name is Mr. Gallinsky. He smiled and told me i could sit wherever i wanted and to try and keep the volume down. I put in my earphones, turned on my music, and laid my head down on the table. I allow myself to doze off.
