The sound of a blaring alarm clock might've been good enough incentive to make one want to get up. I, however, took it as incentive to roll over. I groaned in irritation, extending a shaky hand out above the alarm, pausing, and finally slamming my hand down only to be rewarded with the most satisfying silence. I sighed in relief and groggily pushed up in my bed. "Oh great, I'm late" The realization set in and with it came a sense of panic. "fuUUU-" I threw my sheets off, kicking out of bed and scrambling to the outfit previously lain out for me. I slipped it on in exactly two minutes then went for my boots.

I know what you're thinking, this is a perfect introduction to any story. Girl wakes up late on her first day at a new school in a new town. How cliche… I assure you though, I meant to hit that alarm like an hour ago. I'm just very disorganized, despite my best efforts not to be.

I ran down the stairs at the speed of light, satchel and violin case wrapped loosely around my shoulders as I rushed past the kitchen. "Thanks for the toast sorry I'm late love you bye!" I yelled as I passed my dad, grabbing the keys and money set out for me, and a piece of jelly toast, as I passed the table. At least, I hope they were set out for me. Looking back I don't think the keys with the atom key chain are really mine, but meh, live and learn.

Knowing fully well my ride to school had already made it's rounds, I skidded down the sidewalk in full flash mode. See, being late really sucks on your first day- but in my defense, I could've sworn I started school tomorrow- no, no that's a lie. I knew very well today would be the definition of absurdity- I'd even practiced making friends in the mirror. But showing up late makes a scene, one I wasn't prepared for. I was ready to quietly sit in the back and pray to science that the teacher wouldn't call on me.

I skidded down another street, ignoring the TERRIFYING sound of a dog's barks as they grew on me. I let out a scared scream, gaining speed and rounding another corner. There! I saw the High school in the distance and let out a pant of relief. Grinning, I pushed harder, legs aching and lungs burning as I spotted the title board above the main entrance. "Hi skool?" I breathed, fumbling to catch my toast in my hands with a brow raised as I neared closer. I pulled the door open, slamming it behind me only to be pushed to the floor by a thud against the other side.

I turned to look and see if the dog had managed to get inside, then collapsed on my back in relief when I saw it hadn't. "Hah- take that… dumb… doggy… thing" I panted, pushing up and examining my now jelly stained shirt with a 'tsk'. "Whyyy" I whined, gathering myself and walking down the halls. "Oh crap- where's my-?" I dug into my satchel, digging for a moment before checking my pockets. "...Schedule.. Aw man, Well… Late with a jelly shirt and no schedule" I sighed and made my way past the main office, straight into the Girl's bathroom.

It occurred to me that I should check in with the office and maybe get a new schedule, but this Jelly stain on my bright blue sweater felt more important for some reason. I grabbed an excess amount of paper towels and doused them in freezing cold water before applying soap into the mix and sloshing the mess on my sweater. Yeah, maybe I could've rung it out… that occurred to me… as the mix seeped into my bra. "This is my life now… I'm screwed" I sighed, rubbing the jelly out and leaving a huge water spot in it's wake. With that much accomplished I reached for some dry paper towels- only to find I'd used them all. I do have impeccable luck after all. "Hnnnn" I rolled my eyes, making my way back into the main hall before sliding into the main office. ...Which was empty. "Hello? Anybody here? I'm new- and late, and well, lost- I'd appreciate some help" I called, hands cupped around my cheeks as I looked around the seemingly small office. Yeah, I'm not sure what I thought that would do. A few moments of silence passed and I considered sitting down, but decided to exit the office and wander the halls.

I could risk running home and grabbing my schedule, but my dad was no doubt still there with out his keys… and I didn't want to risk running past that hell hound again… So it all came down to free roaming the halls all day- "Hello?" I called out at spotting a silhouette at the edge of the hall. The stranger paused in their tracks and I got a better look. "Green skin…?" A squinted, earning a glare as the stranger indifferently continued on their way. "W-wait!" I scrambled after the stranger, skidding around the corner and chasing them right up to the door of a classroom as it slowly swung shut.

I sighed, shoulders slumped as I went to lean my forehead against the door. Before I could though, the door swung in and I fell to the floor with a loud thud and the muffled sound of my violin clattering against it's case. "You must be the new student that hasn't shown up yet" A old and rather hideous voice croaked. I looked up, a sheepish grin visible. "That'd be me.. Sorry, I woke up late and there was a dog-" The teacher held up a hand, silencing me.

"I don't care. Take your seat in the back and pull out the book underneath the desk about political parties and their inevitable dooming to society" She pointed to the back of the class before seemingly slithering back to her desk and I swallowed the lump of fear in my throat. "Yes ma'am…" I pushed to my feet and awkwardly made my way to the back, spotting the green kid on my right. He didn't seem to notice me, too entranced in some gadget on his desk. I scowled at him as I took my seat, setting my bag and case aside.

I opened the book and dusted my wet shirt off before finally resting my face in my palms. See that? Impeccable luck. "Violet. Tell the class about yourself, include your political stance at the end too" My eyes widened, brows furrowed, as I sat up. "Oh… uh, okay. My name is-" I paused when the teacher snapped her fingers, pointing to her side at the front of the room. Squinting at her, I pushed to my feet and made my way up to the front. I cleared my throat and stared past the looming eyes burning at the edges of my soul. Yep, first day. I ought to be used to reciting an intro for myself, this being my third time to move this year, but it's always terrifying to me.

"My name is Violet, I'm 15 and I play violin, and I'm from a small town up north where it snows all the time. I love drawing… and Uh," The teacher's impatient glare was pretty good motivation to speed things along. "My dad's a scientist and he just started working for Professor Membrane, your local celebrity… And I'm not really, uh… involved in politics so…" I clasped my hands together motioning to the side before sheepishly sliding away from the teacher. A few awkward claps filled the air but other than that, my commute back to my desk was painfully weird and uncomfortable. I sighed in relief when I made it, but the stares never stopped.

"Your dad works for my dad," My head snapped up from the desk, glancing at the voice with a raised brow. "Your dad? Professor Membrane? That makes sense actually" I eyed the signature hair scythe before looking him up and down. He wore round glasses and a trench coat with a blue shirt I couldn't really see- over all analysis: Nerd. "Is it that obvious?" He raised a brow to match my gaze. "Ehh… no, I mean, yeah a little…. Yeah. But not in a bad way you know?" I gave a sheepish smile and waited for the worst. Instead I merely got a small frown.

And with that he turned away, returning his focus to his work as he drowned in my words. I let out another exhausted sigh and glanced at the clock, pouting as it read 8:53 A.M. This, was going to be a long day.

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Hey guys! Anybody still here from like, two years ago? Well, I'm back with ANOTHER attempt at this story! Hopefully Vi won't be a mary-sue this time- one can only hope. Anyways, this was super fun to write and if you guys want more be sure to leave a review letting me know what you do or don't like owo Until next time~ -V117