My name is Amber, i'm just another typical small town girl. Why are you following my story? Well, at first i thought i was just an ordinary girl, but one meeting changed my entire life.
"You're going to be late for school!" my mom called from down the stairs. I sighed deeply, my mother was always worried i would fail class, i grabbed my bag from my desk and swung it over my shoulder. "I'm coming!" i ran off the stairs. almost tripping over the loose carpet.
I could catch myself to the railings just in time. It had occured once before a few years ago, that incident where i was in this hurry once again, and i slipped off the stairs and broke my left leg.
I had promised myself to be more careful, but i broke that promise more and more often lately.
"Thanks for lunch, mom." i pecked my mom on the cheeck. "Have a nice day at school."
I jumped on my bike, i had a car, but i had to share it with my mom, so she used it more often than i did. I raced towards the college, i hated school and most of the time i just wanted to hide in a corner to not get noticed by others.
I'm being bullied by my classmates in a non-playful way, and it has gotten to me lately. Is everything they're telling me true? Am i really ugly? Do they really think i can't accomplish anything in life because i'm stupid? I slowly made my way into the school.
I really did not want to enter the classroom, but as i looked in and noticed the person i hated the most, his name is Ollie, i got this weird sick feeling in my stomach. "This is going to be an amazing day." i mumbled to myself, and made my way towards my table.
I didn't have any friends, not a single one. No one wanted to be friends with a loser. Most of the time i would just get into my fantasy world, where everything was perfect.
Everybody loved me, i would look the way i wanted to look, i wouldn't have to be scared about what people are going to say about me every single time.
"Alright class, open up page 17 of your textbook please." Mr. Caldwell said.
I grabbed my History book, it was one of my favorite subjects in school. I just thought it was fascinating how people lived in the earlier days.
I've always wanted to be this majestic Victorian lady with her hair up in a braided bun with a big whide dress, twirling around like a Disney princess.
Oh, i found myself day dreaming again, and shook myself awake. Keep your head with the class today.
I did not want to miss out and fail class, and spend another few years of my life in this shit hole.
I get rudely awakened by the feeling of something being thrown at my head. I looked up and noticed someone threw a bottle of water at me.
"Seriously? can you just have a break for once? i'm sick and tired of you fucking around with me!" i jumped up, and turned to Ollie.
"Miss Goldsworthy, what is the problem?" Mr. Caldwell asked. He looked irritated.
"I'm so sick and tired of people treating me like shit here! And no one is doing anything about it!"
"We ar enot here to argue we are here to follow the lesson and get our degree." Mr. Caldwell said. "I just don't want to spend another minute in this messed up class! No one can get along with one another and i'm tired of hiding!"
Mr. Caldwell stood up. "Are you going to argue with me?"
"Someone has to say something about the way things are being done here!"
"Detention for you miss Goldsworthy, after school classroom 505." Mr. Caldwell said.
Really? this was my first time ever getting detention, for speaking my mind? It was the truth anyway, no one here got along, if they had one thing in common, it was making fun of me, making sure i felt as uncomfortable as i could.
I sat down again, looking defeated. I did not understand how in the world i was getting punished for something someone else caused.
4 pm. Detention time. I made my way to room number 505, the notorious room with the punks of today, and i wasn't going to fit in.
"Could this day get any worse?"
I entered the room, and there were about 4 other people sitting there. I looked at them shortly, and then stared at one of my books.
"What is goody two shoes doing here?" the blonde girl with her lippiercing whispered to the other girl, with the dark brown hair curley and waving over her shoulders and the brightest of blue eyes. She whispered, but just loud enough for me to hear. "Honestly, i have no idea either." i bluntly answered. The girl looked surprised i heard her.
I sat down at one of the tables.
The other two punks in the class were two men. One bald guy with a half-long brown beard, and the other with black hair, glasses, and black clothes. He looked handsome, and had a mysterious presence surrounding him.
"Miss Summer Yates." the teacher said, checking if all the students were present. "Check." the blonde girl said.
"Fiona Grey." the brunette girl raised her hand.
"Aaron Goodwin." the bald headed older looking man raised his hand. He looked like he could have been somewhere in his 30's, but i'm pretty sure he's mid 20's.
"Zak Bagans." the guy with the glasses just simply nodded.
"Amber Goldsworthy." i sighed deeply, i just hoped my mother didn't find out about this, she would be so pissed at me.
I raised my hand. "Yes ma'am." i said.
"Alright, you've got one hour here so make it productive." the lady said. "Do your homework." the lady left the room, and locked the door, incase someone wasn't planning on staying.
"They treat us like we are prisoners." Summer said. "We basically are." i mumbled.
"Did you say something princess?" Summer wondered. Did she really just call me a princess? i was everything but a princess.
"Just leave the kid alone man." the bald headed guy started. He seemed okay, he didn't have that dark aura surrounding him unlike the other people.
I was 23 years old, Aaron looked as if he was at least 27 years old, Zak looked like he was 24, and Summer and Fiona looked like they were at least 24 or 25.
But i was bad at guessing people's age.
"So, why are you here kid? did you fail a test and got your mommy upset?" Summer wondered, and giggled.
I sighed deeply and turned around. "You can talk to me with a normal voice you know, we're probably the same age anyway."
Summer frowned. "She can talk?"
she looked back at Zak, it appeared she quite liked him. Zak didn't look too amused, well, he didn't move a single muscle in his face the entire time we were sitting here.
"Well, i'm sure you can be a nice person sometimes." i said. "Let's just do as the teacher asked us and maybe we can leave sooner."
"How cute, she's telling us what to do." Summer leaned back in her chair. "Well, kid... it's not going to happen."
The door swung open again after about 10 minutes and miss Gerards came in again. "Well folks." she said.
"This has been the 8th time you're sitting here this year, and miss Goldsworthy's being her first." she started. "If you really want to pass you need to work together as a team on this one project."
I looked up. "Excuse you?" i said out loud. I didn't mean to say it out loud.
"If you get a good grade it shows you are willing to continue your study, unless you want to get kicked out of school you know."
I definatly did not want that.
"Man, my parents are not going to be happy about this." Fiona sighed.
Miss Gerards handed out some papers. "The project is due by the end of the month, so you better get started."
This couldn't be true, i wasn't going to spend my free time with some sketchy punks.
"Let the games begin!" Aaron said, rubbing his hands together. He seemed like a goof-off, and not a good project partner.
I felt for once i had to be making the entire project all by myself and not get our asses kicked out of school.