I opened my eyes and the glare from the window shimmered into my room. I groaned and pulled the covers over my head. ‘Must have left them open last night.’ Inwardly cursing, I got out of bed and made my way into my bathroom. I leaned against the vanity and looked at myself in the mirror. I REALLY didn’t want to go to school today. Being the new kid sucked. Mom just HAD to get a job transfer halfway through the semester. I have to start all over again; find new friends (can’t be a loner!), learn about my teachers and try to stay out of certain people’s way (the popular kids; seriously they were drama kings and queens). I sighed, knowing I was only wasting time. I pushed off the counter top and proceeded to get ready for my day in hell, or school as adults affectionately called it. Stepping into the shower, I closed my eyes and let the warm water cascade against my skin. I instantly relaxed, thinking maybe, just maybe, my new school wouldn’t be so bad after all. Five minutes later, I stepped out of the shower feeling very assured. I got ready and looked at the finished product in the mirror. Black leather jacket, royal blue tank-top, dark was skinny jeans and my (favourite) black calf-high-high-heeled boots. I grabbed my bag and rushed downstairs. Sasha, my older sister, and mom had apparently already left. I found a note taped to the fridge: Alex
I got a call from the office this morning and had to run. I opened the windows this morning so You would wake up. Have a nice day at school honey!
I crumpled the note and threw it into the garbage. Putting my headphones on, I locked the door and began walking to school. As I approached the school, the song I was listening to stopped and I was left in a dead silence for a few seconds, but that was enough. As I gazed, no stared at the school in front of me, all the...