1. New School
I hate new schools but the thing I hate the most is buying new clothes, you never know what the schools style is or what kind of people go there. I never really fit in, I usually just sit with the artsy kids or the sporty kids. I stand in front of the mirror looking up and down at my outfit, knee high socks, combat boots, a button up dress and a leather jacket. I put my hair in a fishtail braid and throw on some jewelry. I run out the door three minutes late, my dad is waiting for me in the car.
“Hi.” I glance at him and turn on the radio. We haven’t ever really had a good relationship, since he left me at age 4 and came back only after 11 years, when my mom died, for the most part we don’t talk. I like it that way, he still doesn’t feel like my dad. After a speedy ride to my school, I hop out a few blocks away from the front of the school, my dad knows that it would be embarrassing if he walked in with me. I stomp into the school, looking from side to side to the others around me. It looks like I pretty much aced the style, it looks like most of the girls are smart they just don’t like to show it, my mom was a teacher so she knows how things like that work.
I walk into the front office and see a tall figure in one of the waiting seats, he has tattoos covering most of his arms, he’s wearing a black muscle tank, tight black skinny jeans, and converse. I don’t know why but I cant keep my eyes off him, he’s beautiful, his dark curls fall around his face and a grin is starting to occupy his face. Why is he grinning? Oh shit. He’s grinning because he knows I was staring at him. I avert my eyes, and sit down in the seat across from him. I look down at my hands cracking my knuckles, I glance up to see if he’s still grinning at me. I now notice that he’s walking over towards me. He sits down in the chair next to me. I gulp, rolling my shoulders back,
“Well aren’t you a pretty freshman?” He whispers in my ear, I feel his hot breath on my neck, it smells like mint and nachos.