Sooooooo….I have another bout of MAJOR writers block-on every single one of my freaking stories! What the hell?! So, any ideas for any of my stories are welcome:D So, sorry if this pisses anyone off (Tori), I'm starting another story that just so happened to pop into my self-proclaimed brilliant head! Yay! Or boo! Depending on your stance. (Tori)
Plus, I think Collin is lacking some love and if I'm doing a Brady story I might as well do a Collin one :D
I don't own anything! Except the letter 'L' I own that. (not)
Playlist For Chapter--
Overrated-Less Than Jake
High School Never Ends-Bowling For Soup
Smack That-Akon (You'll get it laterJ)
Chapter 1--Oh Smack
What the hell? Seriously? What the freaking hell?
"Why?" I asked as we passed the 'Welcome To' sign.
Mom-or as I prefer to call her-Carol, sighed irritably in the front seat. "We've gone over this Violet," she said exasperatedly.
I ground my teeth together. "Don't. Call. Me. That," I muttered.
I saw Carol roll her eyes in the rearview mirror. "I apologize for using the forsaken birth name. Please forgive give my stupidity," she said sarcastically. Yeah. I definitely inherited that lovely trait. I just rolled my eyes.
I seriously didn't get this. Any of it. Why would we move back? I mean, what was the point? Wasn't moving all about starting over fresh? Getting away from everyone you've ever had any connections with and severing them with a dull knife?
"Don't you think it'll just be easier this time around?" Carol asked. "You won't even have to make new friends-you already have friends here," she said cheerily. I didn't inherit that quality.
"They probably won't even remember me," I scoffed. Who remembers the quiet girl who moved away in fourth grade? No one. That's who.
"I'm sure they will. They might not recognize you though," she muttered at the end. Again, I had to roll my eyes.
I obviously look different than I did in the fourth grade. Who doesn't? My hair is just below my shoulders, all choppy and layered while my bangs always hang over my eyes. There were also red streaks in my hair-not those weird looking thick ones-but thin ones that looked completely wicked. I'm not 'emo' or anything, I just think it looks cool. And I obviously grew.
We finally pulled into a little subdivision and into the driveway of a small, beat-up house. Just like every other house in the this stupidly small town. "Your boxes are in your room," Carol called as I took my bag and walked towards the front door. I just waved over my shoulder and walked in like I've been there a million times.
After a quick scan of the little house I found my room. It faced the back yard and surrounding woods and had a big window that I could easily escape out of if I had to. I glared at the plainness of my room. This place sucks.
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NEXT MORNING!
"Are you ready for school?" Carol asked as I walked into the kitchen.
I raised my eyebrows. "No. I'm just fully dressed, standing in the kitchen with my bag. Because I slept in this," I added sarcastically.
Carol glowered at me. "Do you want a ride?" she asked.
"School's two blocks away, I'm saving the environment one exhaust-filled piece of crap at a time," I said with a condescending smile before walking out the door. I know it sounds like I'm being harsh-but I'm not. I have my reasons for being like this to my 'Mother' and I'm going to stick to them. So there.
I put my gray hoodie up and sighed as I trudged along the sidewalk, walking behind two chattering-I'm guessing freshmen-ahead of me.
"Did you see the gang yesterday?" one of the girls asked the other excitedly.
"Oh my God, yeah. How could you not see them? They're freaking huge!" the other said.
"I know!" the other scoffed scandalously.
I rolled my eyes. Freshmen.
I walked silently through the parking lot. No one really seemed to notice me-not that I blame them. There were about eight other gray-hooded people around me. I didn't stand out too much. I quickly walked into the office and collected my schedule and all that other new school crap before finally locating my locker. The school my be small but I tend to get lost easily.
I quickly entered my combo and stuffed the few things in it that I had with me. I looked at my schedule to see what class I had first. English. Fan-freaking-tastic.
I walked quickly down the hall, glancing at the doors as I passed to make sure I hadn't skipped Room 345. I got a couple stares as I walked down the hall-all of which included 'what the hell?' looks and whispers to their friends.
When I finally came to a stop at the right door I walked in. It was empty. Completely empty. No one was there and there. "What the fuck?" I muttered to myself, looking at my schedule again to make sure I had the right room. Yep. I totally did.
"Uh, you need some help?" someone asked from behind me.
I turned around to find a fairly average looking guy, smiling sheepishly down at me. "Yeah, where the hell is everyone?" I asked.
He looked a little surprised at my 'choice of words' but smiled politely. "Mrs. Lenz always has class outside," he said. "I'm heading there now, come on."
I nodded and followed him down the hall. "So, are you new here?" he asked casually.
"How'd you know?" I asked and he chuckled. "I'm Vi-or Lettie-whichever you want is fine," I told him.
"Short for…?" he trailed off suggestively.
"Violet," I grumbled.
He looked at me curiously. "Really? There was a girl named Violet in my class once. Violet-"
"-Savage," I finished for him.
He stared at me in confusion for a minute and then his eyes widened in surprise. "No way!" he exclaimed. "Tommy Gray," he said pointing to himself.
I thought for a minute and then a young kid with a round face and bright smile flashed in my mind. "Oh! Really?" I asked in disbelief. "You've changed," I commented easily as we walked outside, towards a large group of kids all sitting around a tree in the back of the school by the baseball field.
"So have you," he laughed, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye.
When we approached the group everyone looked up at us-me-and stared curiously. "Hello, I'm Mrs. Lenz. You must be the new student-Miss Savage?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said, sitting down in the grass at the edge of the group.
"Well, welcome to La Push High! I'm sure you'll love it here!" the older woman said cheerfully. Great. She's a morning person, isn't she? Well fuck.
"Oh, it's a dream come true," I said with a sickeningly sweet smile. Everyone laughed but Mrs. Lenz just smiled back happily. Great. Now I feel like a jerk.
"Okay, well since we have a new student I think a slight lesson plan change is in order," she said brightly. "Now, what we're all going to do is write a paragraph describing Miss Savage-make sure to use loads of describing words. Just write what you really think and at the end of class we'll read a couple out loud and try and guess who wrote them," she said before everyone started scribbling on their papers.
I just stared at her in disbelief. "Uh, Mrs. Lenz?" I called. "What am I supposed to do?" I asked.
"Describe yourself of course," she said. Pfft. Obviously.
I sighed and began to write.
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"…Cool hair that makes her look…hot," Mrs. Lenz said. She raised her eyebrows at the class in general as I stared up at the clouds and prayed for this humiliation to be over. "For the last time gentlemen, hot is not a proper describing word. Please try to be more verbose with your choice of word next time," she chastised.
"But you said to write what we really feel," one of the guys said calmly. I growled under my breath and didn't look back to see who said that. I am not going to be grounded for stapling some random guy in the eye. At least not today.
"Well then you should work on your word choice," she said repeated easily. The bell rang and I quickly stood up, planning to make a run for it so no one talks to me. What can I say? I live a very solitary life.
"Hey, wait up," Tommy said as he jogged to catch up to me. I slowed down slightly and we fell in step. "That must've sucked," he smirked.
"Oh no, I actually thought being humiliated in front of my former, now current, classmates who don't even realize I was former," I said.
"You know, that's a really confusing sentence," he pointed out. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah well, I'm a really confusing person," I said as I came to a stop in front of my locker. I quickly unlocked it and shoved my new English book in.
"What class do you have next?" he asked as he leaned against a locker.
"Gym," I told him, not even bothering to look at the schedule I already memorized.
"Oh, I have Math," he said, sounding slightly disappointed. Oh well, better luck next time Tommy boy.
"Well, I guess I'll see you later," I said as I closed my locker and started to walk away, towards the gym.
"See ya," he called after me.
I quickly found the locker rooms, relieved when I found out we didn't have a gym uniform and were supposed to provide our own. I put on sweatpants and an old band t-shirt I got from some random concert. Then I realized that I had to pee. Really bad. So, I of course, just walked passed the gym and down the hall towards the bathroom. That is until a door suddenly burst open and smacked me right in the face.
What the hell?
Cliff hanger!! Sorry, had to do it! Let me know if you like it so far! It will get better-first chapters are always kind of slow so give me a chance!!! Please REVIEW and tell me what you think!!