Yayz! I have another story!
Go ahead, shoot me for my idiocy of not making more chapters to my existing ones. . . I swear I will write in No Giving Up once I haveenough muse for that story! I am bad at stuff when the plot isn't moving. Dx
Anyways, I broke new ground. I used to be against these high school stories, but now I am actually writing one. Well, hope you all like it!
Chapter One
Bus Ride
Beep Beep Beep!
I groaned from under my warm cocoon of blankets. It wasn't time for school already was it? I sat up and glared at my alarm clock, which was still beeping constantly. I reached over and turned it off before lying back down. As usual, I gained nothing from it, so I swung my feet over the side of the bed.
Oh yeah, you might be wondering who I am. My names Katie, nice to meet ya.
I looked around to see that where I thought my dresser would be, there was a desk, and of course not to forget the ancient computer that sat on top of it. I blinked in confusion for a couple seconds before it clicked. Oh yeah, I moved two days ago . . . man I'm slow.
Yeah, now all the details began to set in.
My dad had just graduated from college where he had been learning how to become a language teacher. Why he had focused on Japanese I had no clue. Maybe it was because of mom, she had been Japanese, or at least that's what I think since I look Japanese. I doubt that would come from dad, especially since he was full blood American. Heck his ancestors might have been original colonists or somthin'. Anyways, back to why I was here. Yeah, dad taught English to Japanese people and Japanese to English people. He searched awhile for the 'perfect job' before choosing this place. Smack dab in the middle of the big city. Ok, it was in the suburbs, but it was damn close to smack dab in the middle of the big city.
I ran over to my dresser and pulled out the days clothes. I had also recently learned I had worn my clothes to bed. I quickly changed out of those and into my ensemble for the day. Walking over to the mirror, I quickly looked myself over. My loose fitting, black, baggy jeans were held up by a silver belt,
and my short sleeved shirt was white with several white flowers twining around each other, in a diagonal pattern across the front of the shirt. However, her long brown hair was still a rat's nest.
Sighing, I got out my brush and pulled it though the tangle. I winced as it pulled out my scalp. I pulled it into a high pony tail, leaving one lone, long bang hanging over the right side of my face. Nodding my approval, I rushed downstairs and into the kitchen.
"Morning dad," I said automatically as I entered the kitchen/dining room.
"Hello Kate!" he responded cheerfully before taking a sip of coffee. I walked over to the counter, about to routinely grab a cereal box before I stopped. Instead of the normal dirty dishes that littered the counter, there was a box of doughnuts and some bagels.
"Dad, why?" I asked, at a loss for words.
He frowned, "Do you not like them? I wanted you to have a good first day and so I got some better food for breakfast. If you don't like it-"
"No dad, I love it! It's really awesome!" I smiled before running over to the dining room and hugging him. Heh, doughnuts, they could make a whole morning brighter with their sugary goodness. He smiled and patted my back before I let go and ran off to the doughnuts. He seemed obviously pleased I was excited. Heck, usually in the morning I would be. . . angry for lack of a better description.
Grabbing a doughnut, I started munching on it while I walked over to the clock. My eyes widened when I saw the time.
"Damn! The bus is gonna come in second!" I yelled before grabbing a doughnut and my backpack before I ran out the door.
I ran up the broken sidewalk, squashed together houses to each of my sides. My feet flew as I tried to make it in time to the stop, which was about a minute from my house if I had just walked. I mentally sighed, why did it have to be so far away? I turned a corner and rushed to the bus, which was just making it there. I slowed down to the stop and waited for the looming thing to open its doors. I took to note the other people there.
There were two girls, and three boys. None of the boys were really that interesting (though one did wear a spiky ponytail that made his head look like a pineapple). However one girl, a blond, had about the same hairstyle as mine, only it has higher up on her head. Also her hair was freakin long! It reached down to her butt, even when it was arranged in the way it was! The other was even stranger. Her short hair was pink. You heard right, her hair, which was just above shoulder length, was as pink as bubblegum. I didn't really have time to pay attention to anything else, for the bus was here. I got on, slinging my backpack over my shoulder.
I sat down in the back, looking out the window. The two girls I had mentioned earlier sat down around the middle, and the other boys scattered about the bus. A few minutes past, and one by one, groups of teens got on. Though most looked kind of normal, some were weird. The girl from before wasn't the only one with weird hair colors, there were various people with blue or purple hair, one with blood red hair, and ever two kids with white-ish eyes! This place, I could already tell, was weird.
We were really in the inner city now. High rises of the business word could be seen in the distance, and tall apartment complexes flagged either side of the street. I gulped. I was accustomed to a small town, and having the tallest building there being three stories high. I tried to keep myself calm though. I had been in the city before; it just must be nervousness from the first day in a new school.
From the back, I could see a few more students get on the bus. All of them were boys, and only one even looked relatively my age. His hair was also weird. Also, his eyes were onyx. I shrugged it off and continued to stare out the window. The bus got increasingly loud, and there were a few squeals and/or giggles from a few rows in front of me, where I knew pinky was sitting.
"You're in my seat," said a bored voice from beside me, I looked over to see the same, onyx eyes boy I had briefly glanced at before. He nonchalantly put his hands in his pockets. He wore baggy black jeans and a black shirt. Color obsessed much? I raised an eyebrow. The bus had grown a bit quieter, and I could almost feel the stares people were giving us.
"I don't think this bus has assigned seats, and there is one right across the aisle. Sit there, I have already sat down in this spot, yeah" I responded, pointing to the said seat. More silence from around us. I swear that for some reason, no one was talking now. He just raised an eyebrow before taking a seat on the other side, saying nothing more and looking out the window.
Great, even more silence. God, what was so interesting to these people? I too looked out the window, hoping soon that the stares would no longer be directed at me and that they would go back to their talking. And soon enough, they did. A few at a time, more and more people began to chat, until the bus was noisy again. Ok perhaps I had liked the silence better.
Finally, we got there. Teens rushed off the bus, egger to get to the halls and talk to their friends. The guy that had sat beside me was gone already. How could he be in a hurry and seem to not care at the same time? Pushing the thought out of my mind, I got off and looked to face my new high school. It was read brick and four stories tall. Rather odd for a school. Maybe it was built tall to make up for the space the many apartment buildings took away.
Building up courage, it walked inside, relieved to see that the office was right by the front door. No wandering around for me today!
I smiled and walked up to the front desk and the receptionist.
"Hi, um, I'm Katie Kimberson and I'm the new student," I said, trying to sound pleasant. I usually failed in that department, but it worked against adults normally. The lady at the front desk looked up and smiled.
"Hello, I'm Shizune," she said, pointing to a nameplate before picking up a piece of paper and handing it to me, "This is your schedule, now don't be late!" I smiled again, trying to look friendly before I made my way out. Right before I closed the door, I heard Shizune mumble "Good luck . . ."