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1 | First Day

I rolled around in my bed, and lifted my blankets over my head. I let out a deep sigh, and turned on my phone that laid beside me.

6:16 a.m.

Oh, great.

My phone turned into alarm mode, and the song American Idiot by Green Day started playing from the speaker. I quickly snoozed it, and put my phone down.

"Ava, are you up?!"

I groaned, and sat up on my bed.

"Yep, sure am..." I said in a groggy tone.

I climbed out of my heaven, also known as my bed, and trudged down the stairs to brush my teeth. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I was greeted by my mom.

"Hello, honey. Sleep well?"

"Totally, because everyone sleeps well when they're going to a new school..." I said sarcastically, while entering the bathroom.

"Oh, don't be like that! First days aren't so bad!"

Curse my optimistic mother, always exaggerating hoping to make me feel better. But unfortunately, most of the time her energetic conversations just leave me with a headache.

I brushed my teeth, had my coffee (my one true love), and went back upstairs to get dressed. I don't take long to get ready, so I was out the door fifteen minutes later.

"Bye mom!" I shouted as I walked out the front door.

I heard my mom behind me.

"Have a great day today, darling. Try to make some friends, okay?"

"Sure, ma."

Yeah right. I'm a senior at this school, and hardly had friends at my last school.

I walked out of my front yard, and into the street. Mom makes me walk to school, because for one thing she's ecofriendly, and she's just lazy. It's probably for the best anyways. I ate a lot of candy and fast food on the way here, and my muffin top is not a turn on for anyone.

Thirty minutes later, I walked into the school through the double doors and peered down the long hallway filled with students. I looked towards the floor, to avoid all eye contact with everyone who was staring at me like I had just shot someone. With disgust, and pure hatred. Why? I don't know.

What do they want with me? They're acting like I'm a circus clown. I'm the same as you.

I saw a set of stairs leading up all four floors. I headed up, because I had a feeling in my gut that that was where my classes were. All of the room numbers on the first floor began with the number 1, the second with 2, and so on. As I reached the fourth floor, I could really sense all of the staring.

I turned a corner, and I saw rows of lockers lined against a wall, and a few classrooms on the opposing side. As I walked towards the lockers, a few girls approached me as I was searching for my locker.

"Oh, lookie here. Is someone having trouble finding their locker?" one of the girls said, in a condescending voice.

I looked down at the floor, and kept walking without saying a word. They just want a reaction, I kept telling myself.

But, the girls followed me, until I was somehow backed into a wall.

"What's the matter?" one of the other girls said. "Cat got your tongue?" she whispered.

I shivered, and backed up, with my back completely against the wall. I dropped my books with the sudden fright, and cursed at myself. I dropped on my knees, in attempt to pick up my things.

The third girl walked close to me, and leaned down. She picked me up by my shirt collar, and lifted me so my feet were dangling aimlessly. I thought that kind of thing could only happen in the movies, but boy, I was wrong. Her hand was right on my windpipe, choking me for a split second. I coughed, and wiped my mouth on my shoulder.

Suddenly, the girl slapped me with her other hand. My cheek was burning, and I could feel my eyes tearing up.

"Don't you dare cough in my face like that, you fucking cunt. Still not talking, are you?"

I turned my head to the side, showing the girls my probably beet red cheek.

After not saying anything, the girl dropped me on the ground, and they all stepped away from me.

"Good thing, no one wants to hear anything from you anyways." she said, and the girls walked away, laughing.

You're the one who started the conversation, but okay.

I was still sitting on the ground, with my papers and books scattered around the area. I looked up at all the people around me. They were either staring and laughing at me, or giving me a dirty look.

But, I saw a figure out of the corner of my eye, just standing there and staring at me. No mean glares, no snickering under their breath, just staring. I don't really know if that's good or bad, but its probably bad. The figure eventually averted their glance, and scratched its head, and walked in the opposite direction.

Creepy...

But, I had other things to worry about in that moment in time. Meanwhile, my things were being stepped on by careless and rude people, and they weren't just going to magically hover over to me. I stood there among the students, just wishing that we could go back to my real home, but there were no overhead announcements that Ava Moriko was getting an early dismissal. All I was getting was weird looks, and spitballs getting stuck in my thick hair.

I heard a ring, most likely announcing the start of first period. I let out a long breath, and slammed my head back against the wall, looking at the ceiling.

Can't wait for my classes.