Hey everybody, Queen BEE 16 here.
I was reading over my stories late a few nights ago and hated this one.
But considering it is my most popular of all my stories, I am re-doing it.
Here is the remake of "This is why I hate High school" chapter 1
ENJOY
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This is why I hate high school
All the boys are perverted idiots that only like large boobs
All the girls are sluty bimbos that only care about how they look to others
Almost every one smokes like a crack addict
The weak pick on the insecure to feel stronger
And there is never anyone around you when you need them.
My name is Maka Albarn. I am 15 years old and nothing has really happened in my life since I was born. My Mama travels the world so I live with my Papa. She left about ten years ago when she had enough of his womanizing ways. I sometimes get postcards from her from all the places she has been, and I am amazed by how far she has traveled already. I have postcards from all over the world: Italy, Egypt, India, France, and even Japan. When I graduate college I am going to find her and we will travel the world together. Papa and I also travel but not as far as Mama does. We go from city to city because Papa helps the schools. It's never a permanent job because after every year the school either gets a hang of it or Papa has to run away or he would get in trouble with an angry husband. So every year since Mama left I have been to a different school. I never really liked it, but what child would like always being the new kid?
At first I would try to make as many friends as I could before I left but once I started sixth grade I just stopped trying. When everyone started to act like major assholes who only made fun of the new girl, I choose to stay away from them all. I couldn't trust anyone with anything because I didn't know who was a true friend anymore. I was done with fake people pretending to be my friends just to stab me in the back the first chance they could. This is why I surround myself with my books, some people call me a bookworm but that is not my problem. My books are my only friends, if you can call them that, and I am perfectly content with it. They never hate me, are always there when I need them, and the big ones can be used as weapons if need be. For my second year of high school, I will be attending a school called Death Weapon Mister Academy (DWMA for short.) It is just a normal school from what my dad told me about it, even if it has a really weird name. Supposedly both Mama and Papa went to this school and Mama was the best in her class. I hope to be just like her and be the best in my class, wherever I end up for my senior year.
I got off my bed and took a quick shower before putting on my favorite top. It's a white long sleeve button up blouse under a soft yellow sweater vest. I tied a green and white striped tie around my neck and tucked it under the vest. I pulled on my red plaid mini skirt after. I normally didn't like showing so much of my body, but when I first put it on it just felt so comfortable I didn't mind it all that much. Not to mention my black boots go all the way up to my knees so it makes up for it slightly. I sat down in front of my vanity and pulled my hair up into two identical ponytails. I don't know why I always put my hair up like that. My Papa was actually the first one to put my hair in pigtails when I was younger, before I found out what a lying scum bag he actually was. I still continued to do it thought it was really out of habit I guess. After making sure my hair was evenly distributed and level, I grabbed my long black trench coat Mama sent me as a birthday present a few years ago and my white gloves. I made sure I had everything I needed and wanted for the day before going downstairs for a quick bite to eat before school.
I ignored my Papa's call 'good morning' and walked around him to the kitchen to pour myself a cup of coffee and grab a bagel. I usually didn't drink coffee but I could feel that today was going to be a long, long day. My Papa had offered to drive me to school for the first day but I rejected him like I do every other time he tries to drive me. He would embarrass me way too much if I let him. Not that I really cared about people thought about me. I will stick to my own doings and left everyone else out of it. I only had to last 180 days with these random people I would never see again after this year. Why shouldn't I let them think what they wanted of me? I pulled the cream cheese out of the refrigerator and spread it generously over my bagel before sitting across from Papa. He looked at me with a wide smile.
"So, Maka, are you already for your first day at DWMA? Your Mama and I had so many great memories at this school." I didn't answer him as I eat my breakfast. When was he going to stop trying to be overly nice to me? He was an alcoholic womanizing jerk and I would not forgive him for what he did to Mama. "Don't be nervous. Just remember…" I glared at him as I drained the last of my coffee and slammed the cup on the table.
"I know. I have heard it every time I started at new school, EVERY SINGLE FUCKING YEAR!" I said angrily. "Just remember to be yourself." I said changing to a sarcastic tone of voice. "Go out and have fun. Make as many friends as you can. Do activities you want and don't let others confine you, but don't worry if you make a mistake. We will never see any one you just happen to make friends with ever again after we move because I screwed up yet again." I rolled my eyes and finished my food and put my cup in the sink. I hated this fact and I hated school, more than any other kid would ever. I would never make friends and if I did I would never see them again.
"Oh, Maka," Papa said standing up and rushing over to me with his arms open for a hug. He was always trying to hug me but if I didn't stop him, he would never let go of me. I easily deflected him from years of practice.
"MAKCHOP," I screamed, hitting his head with one of my biggest books. I know violence was never the correct answer but it was still an answer when I was about to be attack by my father. "I'm leaving now." I told the unconscious form of my Papa on the floor. I quickly put on my jacket and gloves and grabbed my stuff before storming out of the house. I was angry and I didn't want to go to school, but what good would it do to skip my first day. I would walk in, get lost trying to find my class, sit near the back of the class and by the time I get home I would be wishing to move again. It was the same every year, and would always be. I wondered if I could find the school's or the town's library after school to find some new books. The ones I have with me are all old and I have read them so many times over I needed to start saving up to fix the bindings. If I asked my Papa he would be willing to pay to have them fixed for me, I would just have to give him a hug and ask him sweetly. Doesn't seem like a hard thing to do but I didn't want to have anything to do with that man.
I wasn't thinking about where I was going and ended bumping into something and falling flat on my ass. "Shit, that hurt. What did I walk into?" I grumbled a loud.
"Oh, I'm so sorry I didn't see you." A voice said. I looked up to see a boy. I would guess he would be my size if I stood up. He looked around my age but I couldn't be sure. He was dressed in a black suit with three strange large white stitching on each shoulder, with a white button up white shirt beneath it. He had on a skull looking thing as a neck tie, but it looked more like a cartoon skull more than a normal one. He had a soft face with a pair of gold eyes. I didn't know if I was just seeing things or it was a trick of the light, but his eyes were not a normal color like my green eyes. He had black hair but the strangest part about him was that he had three white lines only going half way around his head. I could not think of anything that might have lead him to dyeing only one side of his head. We didn't say anything, but it didn't feel like an awkward silence. I couldn't understand what was so interesting about him, well besides his eyes and hair. This was almost like a scene from one of my romance novels. I preferred adventure over romance but I still read them when I saw a good one.
"Yo, Kid, why didn't you wait for us at the door?" A girl asked as she and I would guess her sister came up behind her. They were dressed almost identically, with cowboy hats and boots and red sleeveless shirts that stop right under their chests with small white ties. However the shorter of the two had puffy jean shorts and the taller one had long jeans. The guy named Kid blinked a few times. He must have been in a trance just like me. He offered me a hand to get up but I ignored it. I pushed myself off the ground and dusted off my legs before walking past all three of them without a word. I walked as quickly as I could without looking like I was running, I really didn't want to get to school quickly. I could feel Kid and the two girls following me as I went. Well not really following me since we were most likely all heading to the school. I wondered what would have happened if he had waited at the door for the girls and we hadn't of meet. It didn't matter at all it was just a question that popped into my mind. I didn't know who he was or anything about him, I just knew that I didn't want to see him again.
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So there you go.
I am happy with this rewrite and I hope you like it too.
Chapter 2 will be up as soon as I can write and type it. Please be patient until then
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