I own nothing but the plot of this story and my OCs. (Note: I am all for you all pointing out mistakes I've made and telling me what I can do to fix my stories. I am not for being cussed out for a little mistake. I'm human and I'm bound to make them. So please keep all f-words to yourself. Thank you.)
The sun shone with an unforgiving harshness as I stared at my new school. I was nervous, and couldn't stop fidgeting with my long sleeved green dress, no matter how hard I tried.
"You're being ridiculous Elle, just go in there and be awesome." I encouraged myself as I held my head up high and marched right into Beckman high. I was instantly overwhelmed by the odor of old lockers, sticky sweet perfumes, and body odor. My presence must have disturbed the normal flow of things, because students began standing back to watch me, murmuring to themselves. I was used to being stared at, so I continued my forward progress, until I came to the office.
"May I help you?" An elderly woman asked as she peered at me from behind thick rimmed black glasses.
"My name is Annabelle Lee White. I'm a new transfer from Alaska." I spoke kindly, the lie falling easily past my lips. She looked dazed for a moment, before she began typing on her computer.
"Do you have your paper work?" She asked; her voice breathy.
"Yes." I spoke as I handed over a folder full of fake papers. She thumbed through them; her fingers rapid on the key board, her eyes had a filmy glaze over them.
"Here you are dear. You're just in time for first period." She spoke as she smiled at me, her expression confused. She would not remember seeing me.
"Thank you." I finished before I rushed from the room. The halls were empty now, and my boots echoed loudly, the sound bouncing around the hall, as I made my way to Mr. Hearsy's history class, but before I got there, I noticed two boys sneaking past the door, before running down the hall.
"Such troublesome little boys." I giggled before I entered class. The students all looked at me with a variety of expressions. Some were in awe of me; other's envied or even hated me. I was use to this also.
"Hello, who are you?" The teacher asked as he stared at me.
"My name is Annabelle, I just transferred." I explained as I handed him my schedule, he studied it for a moment with dazed blue eyes, before adjusting his thick black rimmed glasses and handing them back to me.
"You can have a seat in the back, next to Crystal. Crystal, raise your hand please." Mr. Hearsy spoke before a girl in the back raised her hand lazily. As I neared my desk, I took a moment to study her. She looked bored with this class; her black hair fell to her shoulders and was streaked with hot pink, her bangs hanging just above smoky grey eyes that were outlined with black liner. Her skin was smooth and the color of caramel; I envied her that. I couldn't tan to save my life. She wore a tight fitting black shirt and a hot pink vest. Her pleated skirt was also hot pink and underneath she wore black laced stockings and large black boots. I also noticed that in her ear was a black ear piece and the steady stream of music flowed from the other that was hidden beneath her shirt.
"You listen to Seether?" She asked as she turned to look at me.
"Yes." I answered simply. That seemed to be enough for her, because she smiled at me and decided that we should be friends. She told me a lot about herself. She lived just down the road from me with her father and older brother. She hated every subject except for Literature. She loved cupcakes and music, and wanted to be a librarian. I couldn't tell her the truth about me so I made up a lie. I lived with my mom who was a flight attendant, so I was frequently of my own. I lived in Alaska, but my mother decided she didn't like the cold and randomly moved us here. I told her that my favorite subject was also Literature, and that I loved hamburgers. We had three classes together.