Jade's P.O.V
Most stories start with a, "Once upon a time," but what point is there in it? Obviously a story has to happen at a time, not to mention the exact story can only happen once. If you ask me it's just a cheesy way to start a story because you have no other way to start it. Many teachers stress that you need a "hook" or something that grabs the reader's attention when writing, but most professionals don't. In fact quite a few use "Once upon a time". Then again, here I am rambling to start a story. We're getting off topic aren't we? Well, let's start at the beginning.
This beginning is when I first met "him", but of course let's go back some more. The first day of high school. As a freshman of course. My whole life I have been looking forward to going to South high, but during Winter break in the 8th grade my grandfather decided to change his mind. The only reason I'm going to North high is because of a program for kids who want to go into the Ivy league collages. I didn't have much of a choice, but here I was at North high's front entrance waiting for the bell to ring. I waved good bye to my grandpa as he drove off. All of a sudden I realized I was alone. My friends where all at South. The memory of dropping my brother John off at South lingered in my head. He had waved good bye and went off to meet Rose one of our friends.
I sighed and sat on a secluded bench and got out my Honors English 9 homework. Over the summer we had to read and complete a packet on "The Lord of the Flies". I looked over my answers to make sure I had everything filled in. As I was putting my homework back the bell gave a loud "Brrrrrrrrrring!" and I got up hoisting my bag up onto my shoulder. I took my schedule and map out of my mid-length black skirt and began to search for my locker. Once I had found it I tossed my things in and got out the supplies I guessed I would need for Honors Algebra II.
I found my class relatively quickly and looked around, noticing the writing on the white board. "Choose any seat for now, I will give you your seating chart later," it said. I looked at the seats and noticed around 8 kids milling around talking to friends and making new ones. I chose the most secluded seat in the back of the room. More kids came in until the bell rang. Even then a couple kids came in late looking embarrassed. The teacher gave us the classroom rules, which I promptly ignored. It didn't matter to me what punishments you got if you did so-and-so as long as I just did as I was told it didn't make a difference. Then the teacher gave us our assigned seating.
"Jade Harley," he droned pointing to a seat in the smack dab middle of the students. I mentally groaned, but approached my seat with a clam poker face. The kid sitting right next to me leaned over obviously wanting to get to know me better, but I quickly pulled out my assignment notebook and started to write in it making it look like I was preoccupied.
"Jade was it?" They asked with a weird drawl. I looked over and there sitting next to me was a girl with short blond hair. She had a pink and white t-shirt on that looked like it was about to fall off, luckily it seem she had a pink tank top underneath. She had on designer jeans and held a light pink water bottle filled with a clear looking water. It was obvious she was drunk.
"Yea," I replied simply.
"Nice ta meech ya, I'm Roxy" she said extending a hand towards me. I took it and wondered how she even got into this class and why she was talking to me. She looked like she would fit into the popular crowd easily. Then the teacher gave us some last minute information before the bell rang. I quickly gathered my things and exited the room. Then Roxy came up behind me.
"Hey ya wanna be friends?" she asked slinging an arm around me. I hesitated, did I really want to be friends with a drunk? I mean it'd be rude to decline. Then another thought entered my head. I don't really know her, so how can I judge her? She might be in a tough situation.
"Sure," I said trying to keep my voice light.
"Where'd ya get da shirt?" She asked motioning to my green blouse I was forced to wear. Well I wasn't forced, but I was required to wear something nice.
"I don't remember," I said. It was probably just her way to strike a conversation. "What classes do you have next?" I asked. She showed me her schedule. She ended up having 1st period math, and 7th period Personal Finance with me. We eventually and to go our separate ways.
"See ya during lunch!" She called back to me as I entered my Honors English class. I could already tell this day was going to be quite interesting.
