Hello to all, i am rewriting this story because, that loooonnnggggg break i took from writing fanfiction i improved my writing, quite a bit. And i also want to say sorry for not updating for so long, I said that i would but i didn't

It's the beginning of the year and we are all getting new dorms. I tried to convince the office lady to let me stay in my dorm from last year, but of course ' there's no room'. So now I'm stuck with a random stranger as my dorm partner. I sigh as I lean back onto the new mattress witch needs to be made, I look at the ceiling wishing that I didn't have to go to class. The ceiling is grey with little bumps in it, misleading that the walls are black. And although the dorm is big, the black walls gives the illusion that the room is smaller than it really is. I turn my head and look to the clock, it reads 8:03. Class starts in 7 minutes. There is another bed by mine with a long but short dresser that lines up with the window, the window is huge letting the sun peer through the curtains that fail to keep the light out. I sigh and sit up, I grab my black and grey hoodie that was laying beside me. Then I reach over to the cord that is charging my phone, I just got it recently it's the black iPhone 6 not the plus just the 6. I pull on the cord to get it closer to me then I unplug it and slide it into my back pocket.

I lead to head out the door when I realize I haven't looked in the bathroom yet. I get up of the unmade bed and walk into the bathroom. And there is a marble white shower. It has a clear glass door. Then there is a sink by it with wooden cabinets, above the sink there is a huge mirror I look at myself for a few seconds then quickly look away. When I was little my dad would tell me to not look to long in the mirror, because it was a sign of vanity, witch leads to selfishness. Then we are ungrateful for things.

I start down the hall, the light through the windows lighting only sections of the hall turning from light to dark. I jog down the stairs into the park that separates the school from the dorms. I don't really look at anything while I'm walking through, I just keep my head down and try to go unnoticed. I hear girl rambling little things about themselves to a boy that they surround. I don't stop to try to fit into the gossip I just head to my first class. 'What is that class?' I say to myself in my head. I reach into the pocket of my black skinny jeans and pull out a paper that I put there a while ago. I unfold the paper and I now remember that it's my schedule for this term, I sigh in relief, thankful for not having to go to the office to ask for it.

My schedule reads

1 period:

Math: Tori 8:45-9:40

2 period:

Science: max 9:45- 10:40

3 period

P.E. : Erik 10:45- 11:40

Lunch break: 11:40- 12:10

4 period

Art: Andrew 12:15 - 1:10

5 period

World history:Zack 1:15- 2:10

6 period

Photography: Logan 12:15-3:10

I fold my schedule back into a square and slide it back into my pocket. math has always been something i understood, something about it just clicks in my mind. also my mother was very into math and made me do multiplication by the time i was 5. and don't change the idea of me just because i can do math easier, or think of me as a nerd or weird, we all have a subject that we love, and mine is just math.

I don't get why everyone that I have met so far has been rude. I met this guy Peter on my way in. It wasn't pleasant. Girls form into a circle encaceing someone in a bubble. I walk around it. I just want to get my stuff and go to class.