Hi guys, this is a new story of mine. I hope you like it. I own nothing but the story!
Mitchie wasn't looking foward to starting her new school, in her new city. Mitchie wanted to eat her cake and have it too, but that didn't stop her from moving to New York kicking and screaming. Mitchie left a lot behind in Texas, her home, her friends, her job...and her heart. She left her heart there in a million tiny little pieces, and promised herself that she would stay cold and heartless forever and ever so that she would never have it torn out, ripped in little bits and stomped on ever again. That, she was happy to leave behind. Mitche laid on her bed and blinked away the tears forming in her eyes as she remembered the day her bestfriend, her boyfriend, her lover, her everything broke her heart. She remembered as she peeked in the window of the music studio, she remembered as she saw Shane's lips connect with Tess's, she remembered as she saw Shane's hand roam up her shirt while her's roamed down to his belt buckle. She remembered how she couldn't do anything but watch, it was as if her feet were glued to the ground, and her brain forced her to endure the sight of her boyfriend's lips on another girl. She remembered as she punched her fist through the window, and she remembered how Shane chased after her, begging her to forgive him and swearing he'd never do it again. Mitchie was pulled from her thoughts by her Mother's voice sounding through the bedroom walls telling her she was going to be late from school. Mitchie looked at her healing cut hand and tried to find the will to get up, she often wondered how she could feel so much pain and feel so empty and numb simultaneously. She didn't cry anymore, sometime's she'd build up a few tears in her eyes but that was as far as it when. It was as if she'd run out of tears, it was as if she had cried them all away over Shane. She promised herself that she'd never cry a single tear over anyone ever again. Mitchie got up and showered, then stood infront of her closet, staring, convincing herself that she cared how she looked. But she didn't. Mitchie didn't care about anything anymore. She decided on black skinny jeans and a band t-shirt, classic dark and brooding Mitchie. She brielfly checked herself out in the mirror, deciding to let her light brown wavy hair hang down past her shoulders. She mumbled a good bye to her mother and begrudgingly walked out to her car to drive the small way to her new school. Mitchie's mother Connie became increasingly worried with her daughter's ways, her baby girl that she remembered never had that big, bright beautiful smile off her face, these days she never saw that trademark toothy grin. Mitchie made it to school just as the bell rang, and she made her way to the office. A raven-haired girl was just infront her waiting for her turn to speak to some one. The girl looked behind her, momentarily making eye contact with Mitchie. Mitchie couldn't believe a girl could be so beautiful. Mitchie's eyes softened for a moment before she caught herself and replaced it with a cold glare. The girl rolled her eyes and returned to facing the front. As the girl turned to leave after a brief conversation with the woman behind the desk, she blushed past Mitchie's shoulder and made a quick exit. She touched her shoulder where the girl's skin made contact before blinking her way back to reality.
"Hi, my name is Mitchie Torres. I'm new here." Mitchie said to the woman with no emotion in her voice.
"Hi Mitchie, welcome to Waverly High School. Here is your timetable and your locker combination. Oh, and here is a map." The woman said kindly.
"Would you like somebody to show you around Miss Torres?" The woman asked.
"No. Thanks." Mitchie said as she took the paper from the woman, she could see a mixture of hurt and shock flicker through the woman's eyes and Mitchie felt a little guilty. She quickly shook it off and made a quick exit before the woman could speak again. She observed people engrossed in the happy chatter and rolled her eyes. She eyes a couple kissing and couldn't help but inwardly mock. 'Enjoy it while you can, you will just end up alone listening to sad Mayday Parade break up songs' she muttered to herself. She soon found her locker just before the next bell rang signalling rollcall. She walked in and walked back out after her name was called despite protests from the teacher. Mitchie put in her earphones and blasted music as she went to the bathroom. As she walked in, she found herself on her ass with paper's flying everywhere. When she gained her boundaries, she caught sight of the same raven-haired girl that she saw in the office.
"I'm so sorry." The girl said as she picked herself up and extended a hand to help Mitchie. Mitchie disregarded the gesture and picked herself up. She didn't say anything as she walked straight back out the bathroom and headed to her first class instead. The girl was left standing in the bathroom, she couldn't believe how rude that girl was. Mitchie found herself at a lab table, by herself, at the back of the science class room. A middle aged man walked into the room and cleared his throat to get everyone's attention.
"You are late Miss Russo." The man said as the same raven-haired girl from the office and the bathroom tried to sneak into the room unnoticed. Mitchie was weirded out at the fact that he had his back to the room when she walked in, and he knew anyway. She mumbled a quick sorry and took her seat next to a girl with long brown hair, Mitchie noticed how they pecked on the lips and wasn't sure how to react to that. She looked around and nobody else seemed to notice or care.
"I will be assigning lab partners today, that person will remain your partner to the end of the school year. No exceptions." The man at the front of the room said as her turned around and took his seat his desk. He picked up a piece of paper, pressumably the roll to assign partners. He called out various names before Mitchie's ears pricked up when she heard hers.
"Mitchie Torres and Alex Russo." He said. It took a moment for Mitchie to realise who he was referring to. She groaned inwardly, as the girl approached her desk.
"Mitchie Torres." The raven-haired girl said, seemingly less impressed then Mitchie was.
"Alex Russo." Mitchie replied, keeping her voice uninterested.
"And the rude girl talks, wow." Alex said with fake surprise as she resentfully took her seat next to Mitchie. Mitchie rolled her eyes and returned her attention to the teacher.
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Taylor.