"Look at that girl over there" Amy heard some girl say obviously about her. 
Amy was at school. It was lunch time and she sat on a bench outside reading a book titled "The Virgin Suicides"
"she looks kinda.. funny dont ya think?" said one of the girls standing in earshot from Amy. The girl had a smug look on her face.
"Totally" replied one of them brushing her hair behind her ear.
Amy looked over to the girls with a somewhat depressed yet angry look

"Why?" she whispered to herself.

One of the girls looked over to her, could they hear what she was saying?
"Why do I look funny?" Amy asked loudly in a annoyed tone.
"What?" The other three girls said, looking over that Amy.

"Well, uh.. look at what your wearing!" said a blond haired one sounding more snobbish then usually. 
Amy stared at all four of the girls, 
Amy was wearing a pear of jeans with rips all over and some chains hanging on, a pair of combat boots, a black and white striped sweater with a few rips on the arms and a necklace with a tinny "fake" dagger on it.
"Your one to talk." Amy replied back the girls in "pretty" little pink cheerleading outfits 
"Y-yeah! whatever! freak!" was all the girls could say before walking away
"Uhg..." 
Amy had just got to her new high school and already she hated it. 
"BBRRRIIIIGGGG!" screeched the bell sounding kids to get back to class

Amy walked down the halls of her school, it was full of preppy people.

She reached the classroom she was assigned to.

She slowly opened the door, first just seeing preps, but after scanning the room a little bit more she saw someone who looked .. different.

He was wearing black, shocking compared to all the other people of the school.

"Class, we have a new student. Her name is... Amy." Said the teacher as Amy walked into the classroom.

"Anything you would like to say to the class?" She said sweetly.

"Uh, hi. I'm Amy. I would like it if you don't talk to me." She said annoyed by the class and how they where all whispering to there friends since she can into the classroom.

"Um. Okay Amy, you can have a seat at the back" Said the teacher pointing to a desk in the far back corner.

She puts the new student in the back row? Amy thought to herself.

She walked to her seat and got out her sketchbook, she didn't really care to much about classes.

Authors note.

This I posted on Quizilla as well. So yeah, It is possible you might have seen it there.

Anyway, this is a bad chapter. The others will be much better.