Starting new

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She had just woken up. The setting was unfamiliar and strange. As she sat up in the unfamiliar place she realized...

"My new room..."

She had just moved. Left all her friends and she hated it, located it, wanted it gone. But she couldn't change it.

"Alex! Get up, you start in your new school today!" ,A familiar voice rang from downstairs. Her mother was calling her to wake up. Alex pulled herself up from bed and went over to her closet. At the time her cloths where the only thing unpacked. She grabs her baggy hoodie, boot cut, dark denim jeans, a black tank-top, and her favorite T-shirt. She changed and critasized herself in the mirror hoping nobody would notice her pale completion and body size was what she dreamed of. She went to the washroom and cleaned her face, brushed her teeth, and put on her mascara and eyeliner. Her mom hated how she did her eyeliner. She always went against her mother. She tried to flatten her wild, brown hair then settled for a ponytail instead. She looked at herself again then sighed, and mymbled,

"New school...same old me..."

She trudged down the stairs to face her mother as her mother scrutinized every inch of her then sighed,

"You really should ditch the hoodie Alex. You look like a dyke."

"Good, maybe then I can be more of an outcast." Alex snapped,

Alex loved her small chats with her mother. As she put on her converse and grabbed her bag she ran over what her day would be like, in her head and was out the door. Alex was in the 10th grade and 16 years old. She loathed school and longed for it to end.

"4 months, Alex...4 months." She murmured to herself as she walked to the highschool. She had just opened the doors and stared as she looked upon the swarm of  young adolescent adults. She pushed her way threw not saying a word as she found her way to homeroom and sat in the back seat near the window.

"Just stay quiet...don't say anything, you'll be fine Alex...maybe." She tried to reassure herself as she stared out the window waiting for the day to go by. She knew...today would be a new start.

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