Rugrats: Hazel's Unfortunate Life

Prologue

Hazel stared at the double doors that lead into the school building. It was her sophomore year in high school, however it was at a different school. After her parents accident she had to move in with her twenty five year old aunt who still attends college and works overtime at the hospital as a nurse. She wasn't really nervous because that rarely happens to her. She was however losing complete interest in school - life in general. After her parents death she had kinda been dead inside or she felt dead inside. She tightened her grip on her bag and pushed open the door walking into the god forsaken building.

School has already been going on for three weeks - her parents had died two weeks before she moved in with her aunt. She had attended her old school into her transfer was finished. Upon entering the building she was met with a long hallway with dark red lockers on each side. A couple doors were on this hallway alone. Two doors on the right that were a few feet apart from each other, and one door on the left. She slowly walked over towards the door reading the wooden signs that hung above the doors.

The first door on the right had read 'Nurses Office' - somewhere she'll probably send someone if the bothered her enough. She wasn't a violent person but people had pushed her hard before where she just blacked out. The second door on the right had read 'Guidance Office' - somewhere she had to stay clear off, she didn't want to talk about her life or grades with other people. She turned a bit to face the only door left it was the 'Office' - somewhere she would probably be sent all the time. If not for blacking out, then for protesting or starting a strike.

She reached out and grabbed the handle, she looked down at her wrist and smiled down at the peace sign tattooed there. You could say she was kinda a hippie - with the protesting and screaming 'Keep The Peace!". She was recently dressed in a sleeveless white crop top with the infinity sign in the center black - dark blue skirt, that reached her mid thigh - a black cardigan and white vans. Her buttery blonde hair was done in a messy fishtail braid that reached her elbows - her amber eyes were covered with black circle sunglasses. She had a feather necklace - bracelets up and down both her arms, and her mother's rings on her fingers.

She didn't mind being classified as a 'hippie' - she just didn't want to classify herself as a drugy. People just think hippie run around smoking weed and talk about random shit. She was nothing like that and she hasn't smoked in her entire life she had lived on this earth. She took a deep breath before pulling the door open, she just needed to get her schedule and go to her first class of the day.

She removed her sunglasses knowing they were going to ask her to remove them anyway, she wasn't giving him that satisfaction. She placed them in her pocket on the bag and glanced around the office. The office wasn't the big, but the school wasn't big itself. When you first walk into the office you are met with a huge desk - with some lady in her early thirties behind it. The lady being the stereotypical assistant talking on the phone. On the left side off the office were a few black chairs lined up against the wall - surprisingly two of the chairs were taking by two boys (Who probably have no life.) This just caused her to roll her eyes. She ignored the rest of the room which was poorly decorated and walked over towards the desk.

Hazel removed her bag and placed it on top of the desk leaning forward onto the desk. She was staring at the assistant who was either ignore her or didn't know she was there. It was probably the first one because she had the nerve to look up at her then back down. She just wanted to reach over and snatch the phone out her hand. Hazel calm down, you don't want to get arrested again. Stupid cops arresting me for fighting for my rights. Annoying. She cleared her throat loudly clearly annoyed with this old lady behind the desk.

"Any day grandma! I do have to get my education," she said with a small smirk - her voice was angelic and soothing. She just wanted to get a reaction out of the lady, because she honestly didn't look grandmother old. Hazel leans back and grabbed a piece of candy out the jar on the desk.

The lady behind the desk gives her an annoyed look before hanging up the phone. She seemed like the type of person who would hate her job, she looked liked she hated children. She rolled her chair over towards the computer and grabbed her glasses putting them on. Hazel had taken this time to text her best friend, she was kinda excited to be attending school with her friends.

To: Rosie-Bear

I have finally arrived at this god forsaken school. This lady behind the desk is a total snob I wish! She is probably old enough to be my grandmother. Any way meet me outside the office?

She had sent the message just in time as the lady turned around to face her. Hazel smiled softly and gave her a small wave before leaning against the desk. Hazel's aunt had called ahead of time to make sure her schedule was already ready when she got there.

The lady behind the desk grabbed the schedule and looked Hazel up and down before handing her the paper in her hand, "I don't have to remind you smoking is illegal on campus."

Hazel snatched the paper out the ladies hands and growled clearly annoyed, "it's people like you who annoy me! Just because I'm a 'hippie' doesn't I smoke weed." She grabbed her bag off the desk and stormed out the office, "bitch..." She murmured.

[I am sorry for all these stories, I had decided to make this story my main focus. I have finished half of the next chapter of The Girl With The Sea - Green Eyes before I got writers block for that story. Fantastic right? I will be updating Hazel's Toddler Years once every week or two weeks. I had caught writers block for both Could We Last Forever? And The Three Princes, don't expect nothing from them stories for a while sorry. I also have been working on stories I plan on posting in the future. As for the OCS in the story, as of right now I am only using Rosalind Hall owned by Nairobi-Harper. I don't know if I'll add others but I probably will. On other news I have came down with a cold or flu I don't know but I feel terrible. I hope you enjoyed this prologue.]