High School Stories

Chapter 1: Ellen

I'm Ellen, Ellen Murphy. I am a very quiet girl. I like to read books and write on my blog. People don't get me. Boys, don't get me.

"Ellen!" My Mom called.

I turned to face my Mom "Yes mom?" I ask.

"Dinner Sweetie" Mom then turned walked out of the bedroom.

I looked at my calendar. Tommorow was the first day of high school. My Freshman year would begin. I walked downstairs and sat at her families large dining table. There was Mom, Dad and Kyle my brother. My eldest brother was allready in college and had left for his first day, this morning. It was very emotional for me. Him and I had a strong connection. Not like Kyle and I. We fight like cats and dogs.

"So Ellen, are you looking forward for tommorow" My Dad asked

"I guess" I reply.

We ate our dinner in silence, like every night. Our family was drifting apart. Nick, my brother, was the only one who kept us together. Kyle, pulled us apart. Now that Nick was gone, I had to keep us together.

I finished my dinner and went upstairs. I opened my laptop and started editing my blog. 'Freshman year, begins tommorow. Super excited, but also super nervous'. I turned off my laptop and went to sleep. Tommorow was going to be a big day.

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I woke up early, so I would not be late. I head downstairs for breakfast. Mom had made Pancakes. My favorite. Dad had gone to work. He works as a police officer and has the morning shifts. Kyle was still asleep. He was usually lat for school. This was his Sophomore year. He was a year older than me. But he defintley was not smarter than me. He barely passed last year.

I eat my pancakes and give Mom a hug. She was crying, so I hugged her tightly. "I love you Mom" I whisper.

Kyle finally woken up. He sat down at the table, ready to eat his pancakes, when the bus arrived.

"Darn it!" He yelled. Walking out angrily.

I broke my hug from my Mom, and quietly walk out. I get onto the bus. The was only one seat left. It was next to this giant Senior. So I reluctantly sat beside him. He placed his hand on my leg and started moving it upwards. I slapped him across the face. The bus driver brought the bus to a stop and kicked me out. My brother just laughed.

I quickly walked to school. I noticed the time. I had 5 minutes to get to school on time. I wasn't going to make it at this pace. So I started jogging.

I later arrive at school, with a minute to spare. I locate my home room and take a seat next to this girl with funky looking glasses.

"Hi, I am Elizabeth, but you can call me Eliza" She smiled.

"I am Ellen, nice to meet you" I reply.

"Nice to meet you too" She grinned.

Our teacher walked in. "I am Mr Kirkland, any problems you have, please let me know. I am also your Science teacher." Mr Kirkland took the roll. We had every student in our class.

The bell went for our first class. Mathematics. Eliza and I walk in and sit as close to the back as possible, neither of us were great in maths. I particularly hated mathematics. Our teacher walked in. She looked very strict.

"I am Madam Ursula Vixen. You are to call me Madam Vixen" She explained. She had a slightly Russian accent.

She started explaining the lesson, but I got distracted. I was staring at this boy. He hat silky white hair and he looked very rich. Eliza must of seen me staring, because she lent over and whispered. "Thats Troy Simmons. He went to the same Middle school as I did. He is a Freshman like us" She explained. I continued the lesson staring at him. Eliza and I spent the next few lessons discussing details about Troy. It got to lunch and we sat at a table with 2 boys and girl. They introduced themselves.

"I'm Mindy Carpenter, Freshman" The girl said. She was wearing a short skirt and a tank top.

"I am Carlos Olegah, also Freshman" He spoke with a Spainish accent.

A nerdy looking boy looked at me, I could tell he was shy. "H-hi, I-i, am um P-pet-er. Fres-sh-man." He spoke slowly. "It's nice to meet you Pete!" Eliza complented him, he smiled widely and blushed.

We continued to get to know each other. I found out that Mindy was a good musician and could sing. Carlos was born in Spain and came over to America when he was 9. And Peter was into robots and Mechanical Sciences.

Soon enough, the siren had rang. Eliza, Mindy and I sat up the front, because it was Art and I did not want Troy to distract me. So the girls agreed to sit up the front with me.

The class was over quickly and I decided to walk home. I did not want the same thing to happen on the bus again.

I got home and my Mom asked why I was late. I ran upstairs and locked my door.

I grabbed my laptop and turned on my blog. I had given the web address to my new friends. I noticed they had all commented on my post from last night.

Carlos had simply put a smiley face. Peter said 'Awesome' Eliza and Mindy both said 'You're a gifted writer Ellen' these comments made me smile. The only other comments I got were hate comments.

I updated my blog. 'Great first day, got sexually harrassed by a guy. Developed a crush on a guy called Troy, and made 4 awesome friends'. My friends commented basically the same thing, all wanting an explanation. I just turned off my laptop.

I was tired and did not go downstairs for dinner, because I would have to explain to my parents what happened on the bus. So I just laid on my bed and fell asleep.