"To Ever Fall in Love"
Written by Bridgette Marie
I don't own anything; besides my new characters. Plus, this is my first fanfic ever and so no flamers...yeah.
CHAPTER ONE: My name's Melody..
"Melody, don't worry. They'll love you! Trust me," a tired but still respectful voice shouted from the bedroom down the hallway. Melody and her single mother had just moved from Los Angeles. They lived in an apartment a few miles from the preparatory school, Horace Green. And this was Melody's first day.
"Mother, SHUT-UP! You said that over and over again, every time we move. And eventually everyone seems to HATE me. Give it up!" A small girl down the hall shouted back to her mother. She had dark brown hair that reached her elbows, and you could barely see the dark red highlights in it. And her piercing green eyes searched the room for the Horace Green uniform. She let out a frustrated sigh.
"Okay, I left it on my dresser last night. And now it just magically disappeared?" Melody growled to herself. She turned around and stared at her dresser.
There lay the uniform, neatly in a folded pile on the top of her dresser.
"LORD!" She screamed, flinging herself towards the uniform. Grabbing it, she ran to the bathroom that was in her room. Melody changed in moments. In her honest opinion, she thought the uniform was horrid and she wanted to gag. But she tried her hardest not to change into her normal, punk style. The brunette hurriedly put her straight hair up into a smooth, high ponytail, put on black eyeliner, gray eye shadow that shimmered slightly, and black mascara. Glancing at the green bathroom clock hung over the toilet, she said it read 6:25A.M.
"Dammit..." Melody cursed under her breath. School started in fifteen minutes. How was she going to get there? It was at least three miles away and she didn't have a ride. And of course she couldn't walk. She glared at herself in the vanity mirror, wondering why they had to move once again, and then closed her beautiful green eyes.
It's not like mother had to miss work for that creep guy anyways, Melody thought silently to herself. I'm going to be late on my first day of school and it's my mom's fault? No. Can't blame her. She has too much to handle with anyways. It would be my fault. SHIT! I gotta leave.
She opened her eyes in horror and looked up at the clock again; 6:31. Melody jumped up and shuffled into her room. Grabbing her one shoulder strapped backpack with her black and red binder weighing it down. Pulling it onto her shoulder, she skid out of the room and started down the stairs.
"Bye, mum!" Melody shouted up the stairs to her sleeping mother. No response. It didn't bother Melody, because she knew her mother was trying to sleep through being depressed. Shrugging off the no response, Mel shuffled though the kitchen, not minding to eat breakfast, and opened the backdoor. Closing it shut behind her, Melody started off down her sidewalk and onto the road's side.
It was breezy out, especially with a skirt on. And it hurt to walk with the fancy uniform shoes on. Fortunately, she had an extra pair of Etney's in her bag. Hurrying, she switched the shoes and started running three miles to Horace Green. Melody had been in track for all the years she had moved from city to city, school to school. And she was proud she could run as fast as she could. Therefore, she would get to school in at least ten minutes.
After around eight minutes of running with her backpack on her shoulder, Melody saw Horace Green Preparatory School in sight. She sighed happily, but then heard the second bell ring. Wincing, she tried to pick up speed. It was no use. Her legs were growing tired, and she collapsed in front of the school's doors.
Closing her eyes, she lay on the cold cement. She heard shuffling feet around her and whispers. Melody didn't dare to move, feeling her body ache for no reason. The sounds of Horace Green's student dwindled and she just laid there for moments.
"Hey, HEY." Melody heard a matured boy's voice and then felt someone shaking her gentley. She didn't want to move, so she let out a disturbed grunt. "Girl, get up. We're late for class." The voice continued. This time Melody growled loudly and turned over to look who it was.
It was a blonde, spiky-haired boy with dark eyes that stared in confusion down at her. Melody stared into his eyes, meaninglessly. She didn't know what to do, but just lay there. She didn't want to get up. So, breaking the silence, she started mumbling to herself as she closed her eyes.
"Mmmm...I'm late for school. But I don't want to move." Melody talked to herself whether the boy was still there or had walked away. "Why didn't I wake up my mum? I could'a got here faster..." Her voice trailed off when she opened her eyes. He was still there.
"Umm, lady, are you okay? You're acting delusional...really." The boy said with a crisp, calm tone in his voice. Melody smiled, knowing he was true. She struggled to sit up, but with the help of the young man, she got to actually stand. She then noticed her elbow was bleeding, probably from it trying to break her fall. Wincing at her jello-feeling legs, she looked through the door windows. Her eyes searched for a clock. In seconds she spotted on that hung above a row of lockers; 6:58.
"We're super late," Melody turned stiffy to tell the boy. He shrugged it off coolly. "Okay then...I'm in Ms.Ross's class," she said, pushing open one of the school's doors. "Could you help me find her room? Please?" She added as he followed behind.
"You're in my class. Sure, I'll show you. But after this, nothing is between us." He said, now acting harsh as he found out she was in his homeroom. "Got it?" He questioned, still walking down the halls. She didn't respond or do anything, just continued following his lead to the classroom. In moments, they were in front of it. "Later," he said going into the classroom first. Before he fully closed the door, Melody spoke to him quietly but in a firm tone; "There was never anything between us. And nice to meet you, too." They both smirked.
After moments of standing outside the door, Melody twisted it's doorknob and pulled open the door.
"Oh, hello Melody. You're late." Ms.Ross remarked. "On your first day, too." She added, her voice was not regretting.
Melody cleared her throat, trying to think of an excuse.
"Sorry, ma'am. But ol' blonde spiky haired kid over there," Mel glared over to the boy she met earlier, "tripped me while I was rushing to school. I had to recover in the girls' bathroom." Melody showed Ms.Ross her scraped and bloody elbow. The teacher hissed.
"You mean Freddie?" She glared over at the blonde boy. Melody nodded. "WELL, I'll get to that later. Everyone, let's welcome Melody Wicoff into Horace Green." The class clapped unenthusiastically and then the sound faded. "Melody, would you like to same anything about yourself?"
Melody cleared her throat once again.
"My name's Melody.." She started but was cut off by Freddie.
"AND I'm Freddie Jones. Now get your punk ass to a seat so we can get on with life." Melody winced at his comment and then nodded and took a seat behind a redheaded boy.
Ninth grade is going to suck ass, Melody thought to herself as she slump in her chair.
Yes, it wasn't the best. And everything is probably not aligned. But I hope everyone liked it. I tried my best...so, review please. Later days. --Bridgette
Written by Bridgette Marie
I don't own anything; besides my new characters. Plus, this is my first fanfic ever and so no flamers...yeah.
CHAPTER ONE: My name's Melody..
"Melody, don't worry. They'll love you! Trust me," a tired but still respectful voice shouted from the bedroom down the hallway. Melody and her single mother had just moved from Los Angeles. They lived in an apartment a few miles from the preparatory school, Horace Green. And this was Melody's first day.
"Mother, SHUT-UP! You said that over and over again, every time we move. And eventually everyone seems to HATE me. Give it up!" A small girl down the hall shouted back to her mother. She had dark brown hair that reached her elbows, and you could barely see the dark red highlights in it. And her piercing green eyes searched the room for the Horace Green uniform. She let out a frustrated sigh.
"Okay, I left it on my dresser last night. And now it just magically disappeared?" Melody growled to herself. She turned around and stared at her dresser.
There lay the uniform, neatly in a folded pile on the top of her dresser.
"LORD!" She screamed, flinging herself towards the uniform. Grabbing it, she ran to the bathroom that was in her room. Melody changed in moments. In her honest opinion, she thought the uniform was horrid and she wanted to gag. But she tried her hardest not to change into her normal, punk style. The brunette hurriedly put her straight hair up into a smooth, high ponytail, put on black eyeliner, gray eye shadow that shimmered slightly, and black mascara. Glancing at the green bathroom clock hung over the toilet, she said it read 6:25A.M.
"Dammit..." Melody cursed under her breath. School started in fifteen minutes. How was she going to get there? It was at least three miles away and she didn't have a ride. And of course she couldn't walk. She glared at herself in the vanity mirror, wondering why they had to move once again, and then closed her beautiful green eyes.
It's not like mother had to miss work for that creep guy anyways, Melody thought silently to herself. I'm going to be late on my first day of school and it's my mom's fault? No. Can't blame her. She has too much to handle with anyways. It would be my fault. SHIT! I gotta leave.
She opened her eyes in horror and looked up at the clock again; 6:31. Melody jumped up and shuffled into her room. Grabbing her one shoulder strapped backpack with her black and red binder weighing it down. Pulling it onto her shoulder, she skid out of the room and started down the stairs.
"Bye, mum!" Melody shouted up the stairs to her sleeping mother. No response. It didn't bother Melody, because she knew her mother was trying to sleep through being depressed. Shrugging off the no response, Mel shuffled though the kitchen, not minding to eat breakfast, and opened the backdoor. Closing it shut behind her, Melody started off down her sidewalk and onto the road's side.
It was breezy out, especially with a skirt on. And it hurt to walk with the fancy uniform shoes on. Fortunately, she had an extra pair of Etney's in her bag. Hurrying, she switched the shoes and started running three miles to Horace Green. Melody had been in track for all the years she had moved from city to city, school to school. And she was proud she could run as fast as she could. Therefore, she would get to school in at least ten minutes.
After around eight minutes of running with her backpack on her shoulder, Melody saw Horace Green Preparatory School in sight. She sighed happily, but then heard the second bell ring. Wincing, she tried to pick up speed. It was no use. Her legs were growing tired, and she collapsed in front of the school's doors.
Closing her eyes, she lay on the cold cement. She heard shuffling feet around her and whispers. Melody didn't dare to move, feeling her body ache for no reason. The sounds of Horace Green's student dwindled and she just laid there for moments.
"Hey, HEY." Melody heard a matured boy's voice and then felt someone shaking her gentley. She didn't want to move, so she let out a disturbed grunt. "Girl, get up. We're late for class." The voice continued. This time Melody growled loudly and turned over to look who it was.
It was a blonde, spiky-haired boy with dark eyes that stared in confusion down at her. Melody stared into his eyes, meaninglessly. She didn't know what to do, but just lay there. She didn't want to get up. So, breaking the silence, she started mumbling to herself as she closed her eyes.
"Mmmm...I'm late for school. But I don't want to move." Melody talked to herself whether the boy was still there or had walked away. "Why didn't I wake up my mum? I could'a got here faster..." Her voice trailed off when she opened her eyes. He was still there.
"Umm, lady, are you okay? You're acting delusional...really." The boy said with a crisp, calm tone in his voice. Melody smiled, knowing he was true. She struggled to sit up, but with the help of the young man, she got to actually stand. She then noticed her elbow was bleeding, probably from it trying to break her fall. Wincing at her jello-feeling legs, she looked through the door windows. Her eyes searched for a clock. In seconds she spotted on that hung above a row of lockers; 6:58.
"We're super late," Melody turned stiffy to tell the boy. He shrugged it off coolly. "Okay then...I'm in Ms.Ross's class," she said, pushing open one of the school's doors. "Could you help me find her room? Please?" She added as he followed behind.
"You're in my class. Sure, I'll show you. But after this, nothing is between us." He said, now acting harsh as he found out she was in his homeroom. "Got it?" He questioned, still walking down the halls. She didn't respond or do anything, just continued following his lead to the classroom. In moments, they were in front of it. "Later," he said going into the classroom first. Before he fully closed the door, Melody spoke to him quietly but in a firm tone; "There was never anything between us. And nice to meet you, too." They both smirked.
After moments of standing outside the door, Melody twisted it's doorknob and pulled open the door.
"Oh, hello Melody. You're late." Ms.Ross remarked. "On your first day, too." She added, her voice was not regretting.
Melody cleared her throat, trying to think of an excuse.
"Sorry, ma'am. But ol' blonde spiky haired kid over there," Mel glared over to the boy she met earlier, "tripped me while I was rushing to school. I had to recover in the girls' bathroom." Melody showed Ms.Ross her scraped and bloody elbow. The teacher hissed.
"You mean Freddie?" She glared over at the blonde boy. Melody nodded. "WELL, I'll get to that later. Everyone, let's welcome Melody Wicoff into Horace Green." The class clapped unenthusiastically and then the sound faded. "Melody, would you like to same anything about yourself?"
Melody cleared her throat once again.
"My name's Melody.." She started but was cut off by Freddie.
"AND I'm Freddie Jones. Now get your punk ass to a seat so we can get on with life." Melody winced at his comment and then nodded and took a seat behind a redheaded boy.
Ninth grade is going to suck ass, Melody thought to herself as she slump in her chair.
Yes, it wasn't the best. And everything is probably not aligned. But I hope everyone liked it. I tried my best...so, review please. Later days. --Bridgette