Dear Diary...

This is Tayla Jennings. Spilling her heart out in a diary that she never thought she'd keep. But ever since her parents death, things have changed in ways she could never imagine...

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3. All American Reject

Dear diary...

School: an institution for educating children... 
More like an institution that holds our worst nightmares and determines our future, whether we go to university or college or end up as a housewife, waitress or hobo living on the streets. 
School is a place for learning, friends and first loves. for the people who don't get all those great things, they get bullied, bad grades, therapists and self esteem issues instead. it's basically the end of the world if you don't get asked to prom. you cry, scream, yell and sometimes even throw up. that is why I don't like school. it isn't a good place for people like me. the rejects, outcasts and the ones who are just downright different. for us it is hell...

"Tayla get cha damn lazy butt out that gosh damn bed!!" Wesley screams through the other side if my bedroom door. So school, yay...
I walk like a zombie over to my wardrobe and fish out some clothes. Australia and summer put together equals damn bloody hot! So I pulled out my favourite shorts.

They had the Union Jack on them with a high waist so you can probably see why I love them. I also pull out a black crop top with three quarter length sleeves. throwing my long brown hair into a messy pony I look at my self in the huge mirror that is my wardrobe door. I sigh, which I seem to be doing a lot lately. "as good as it gunna get" I looked at my eyes. They are a freakishly light blue with a very dark ring around them. "suck it up and get out that door Tay" I whisper to my self, giving me the courage I need to get out those two doors blocking me from the short walk to school. I shove my song book in my bag. then without another word I walk out those two doors and head to my new school.
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The school is huge! Like wow. luckily the main office is right out front. 
"Name." she didn't even say it as a question it was more like a statement. 
"Umm Tayla Jennings?" now that biatch is how you ask a question! "Here" damn she's mean. I take the bundle of papers from the grumpy receptionist and sit in one of the waiting chairs.

"Homeroom room 43" I sigh and get up brushing off all the imaginary dust of my clothes. "Room 43" I say like it's on repeat.

I enter a long hallway and look at the numbers on the doors "41, 46, M12?! was the person high when they numbered the damn rooms!?" I mumbled to myself. "actually yeah i think that might have been" I jump when they speak. there are tones of people in this hallway but for some reason I didn't see them...
"It's confusing I know but you'll get used to it after a while. What number ya lookin' for?"

I feel like a jerk. This guy is trying to be helpful and all I've done is stare at my sheet of paper. "Uhh 43" I manage to say and finally end up looking at him. He has dirty blond hair thick black rimmed glasses and wears a sweeter vest. Complete nerd, we'll get along just fine I think. 
"Right down here" he gestured for me to follow so being the lost puppy I am I follow him.

"so your new huh?" I nod once again staring at my paper. "Spenser" he holds his hand out for me to shake. "Tayla" he smiles and keeps walking "well Tayla here is your homeroom. maybe I'll see ya round" and off he went, walking off into the crowd of people never to be seen again. okay slight exaggeration, slight... 
I walk into the class and the teachers head immediately snaps in my direction. "ms Jennings I presume" "yes ma'am" I say with a polite nod of my head.

"Okay here's how things work in this class love, you sit there" pointing to a desk in the middle right of the class. "You will introduce yourself to the class. Name, age, obviously you're not from here so you'll need to say why you moved here too. That's about all I think" why don't I just make a movie explaining my whole life...

A loud ringing noise sounds and it is the most annoying sound! "do you ever get used to that" the teacher looks at me sadly and shakes her head. soon people start flooding the room, I stand there awkwardly watching the people stare at me as they walk through the door. 

Once everyone's seated the teacher shushes them "you may begin" she says giving me a small nod for encouragement. "Umm okay well I'm Tayla Jennings. I'm 17 and I moved here from California about a year ago..." I trail off awkwardly. "why did you move here" some blond chick with way too much make up sneers. "I came to live with my aunt" I answer like that's the only reason. "because your parents didn't want you" she flips her hair for effect. "yeah sure." I stomp over to my seat and sit. biatch just crossed a line. I felt like punching her caked face. About five minutes later I get a note. In it written in handwriting that's obviously a girls it says. 

Your nothing but an all American reject... 
<3 Max xoxo 

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A/N
My chapters are short and I'm sorry about that, but they are probably going to stay that size...
So we got some new characters! :) 
As always...
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