I'm new at East high school. My name is Kya, Stella Myst. I moved here from Ohio. When I lived there I was an outcast because all the other girls were mean to me, except for my best freidnd Becky (i love you so much Becki ur geeat) but now that I'm not in ohiO eanymore we can't see each other, but we still text alot. I walk up to the front o the school and people stare at me. It's because I dress so weird to them.

Hald of my head is shaved, but the other half has long bruight blond hair with neon blue streaks. I am wearing ripped jeans, a Fall Out bo shirt, a black hoodie, and white conerse shoes. I have a blue sidebag that hangs down rom a strap around my arm where I carry all my heavy school books. I hate school it's so like a cage you can't do anything to express yourself. I'm a punk and I listen to all Punk music. I HATE Avril Lavigne and Taylor Swift and Katy Perry. I HATE cheerleaders and there slutty outfits and pink lipgloss. I hate that they think they're so much better than you. Their awful.

Anyways I walk up the front of th school and lots of people stare at me. I don't smile at all because all of them probably don't like me already. I think that alot because I have depression and I'm sad all the time. I don't have my old friends from Oho to be there for me anymore. I skateboarded to school instead of riding the bus. I walk through the front door.

I go to the secreatiries office.

"I need my schedule" I ask but she doesn't look up.

She has long brght pink nails (ew) and is chewing gum and she has a ponytail. She looks just as slutty as the cheerleader preppy bitches at the front of thw school that i've seen already. Finayll she looks up at me.

"You have drama first class"

"Oh okay" and then I leave.

I walk down the hall and look around. I'm so lost. Where is drama class.

"Exuuse me I ask a cute blond boy with a hat "I"m looking or the dram class do u kno where it is?"

"Yea I'm going there now I can show you" he smiles at me. he is so cute. I blush.

"My name is Ryan" he says "who are you your very pretty"

"Oh my name is Kya Stella Myst but just call me Kya."

Ryan grins at me with his big blue eyes. He'd be even cuter if he was apunk but he's not.

"Um excuse me who is that?" someone shrieks, stonding up behind me in heels "are you one of those trashy punks? THAt's so not cool!"

"Oh that's my sister Sharpey she's my sister" Ryan's smile falls "She's not very nice but I like her anyways."

"Who r you? What do you want?" Shape asks pointedly, her vocw sharp and angry..

"I'm Kya I need to go to drama class do u knwo where it is?"

"Yes I'm going there now with my brother and troy" she snaps "I'm going to try out for the musicla and I'm going to WIN"

"hat's nice" I say sarcastically

Ryan laughs but Sharpey frown angirly.

I don't like singing in front of people It makes me nervous because I'm depresse and I'm afraid people won't like me. I'm told I have a good singing voice anyways. I was in a band back in Ohio and that was pretty cool people really liked us. I played the guitar and sometimes I did vocauls but only when I wasn't sad. We did lots of cover of popular bands and beoee I left we did a cover of Heatherns by 21 pilots and that was pretty great. We even wrote our own songs. Our band was called dark pastel X and we were great. Wecall walk to drama class.