OK GUYS! SOOOO! OK so this is my edited version of this. The review I received from LuvAllPokemon was so right, Drew was so OOC so I decided to re write it. I'd say it's a lot different but it still has some of the same parts. And Drew isn't going to be that shy he just kind of keeps to himself. He's kind of the too cool for school kind of dude so he has friends but he keeps to himself. ON TO THE STORY. ENJOY!
Edited: 6/3/13
Edited A/N:This is an overdue project I'm working on. I'm FINALLY editing this story! While my other stories are slower, this gives me something to do. I'm surprised I had readers in the first place, this story is terrible! Mistakes everywhere and *cringe* it's bad. This is new and improved and the chapters I haven't edited may not fit with the edited ones but once I finish it'll be good :D I highly suggest reading this because I'm making some changes and making some to the sequel as well. Thank you, and enjoy.
Little Miss Charming. That's what the public seems to deem me as; charming. I'm not so sure if I am though. Unless being an awkward klutz is charming, I wouldn't say I am.
The whole awkward description doesn't really fit someone like me, though - or at least it shouldn't. I'm a singer and live in the eat or get eaten world. Also known as Hollywood. For being a "famous person" I don't do much. No clubbing, going to the beach, having a huge party and getting on the cover of some magazine for it.
The only friends I've ever had turned their backs on me. I mean, it's not like I'm a complete loner. I have two friends, Marina and Jimmy but we're not too close. I do love them, though. They're amazing. They're the people I hang out with when I get bored or grab a coffee in the morning with.
All I ever really do, though, is read books, strum my guitar, pluck my violin, or write music. It's really an exciting life. Note the sarcasm.
All I've ever wanted is a real life. You know, being able to check your mail without paparazzi swarming you. That's what I want.
So, as crazy as it sounds, I've decided to go to a public school all the way across the country in Miami, Florida. Let me tell you, it took months to convince Mom and my agent, Brock, (even longer for him to convince my management) but in the end they agreed to let me go. The only condition was I'd go for one semester. Meanwhile, Brock would tell the press I was on a much needed vacation.
The really hard part will to keep my identity a secret. So, we called up my stylist, Solidad, and she turned my look into something completely different. Sure, you could see a similarity but if I walked into a building people wouldn't be shouting and taking pictures.
To achieve the look I now have, we cut my once waist length hair to just below my shoulder and dyed it a slightly darker shade of brown instead of the normal lighter color. Then, I traded out my contacts for black glasses but my blue eyes are still full on display.
The second thing we did after the look was personality. I wasn't going to change it but I needed to… tweak it. For starters, I wasn't going to speak in as thick of an accent. I'm from Texas and my accent isn't as thick as it used to be considering I've lived in California for awhile now, but you can still tell. Technically the way I talk isn't my personality but let's just call it that.
Finally, I changed my last name. Not permanently of course, but for the time being my new name is May Miracle. Creative, right?
Now, I stood at the airport, large suitcase in hand, and was waiting for the flight me and Mom were going to be taking. The paparazzi wasn't too crazy today so that, I was grateful for. There were a few lurking around and taking some pictures trying to be secretive. One was even hidden behind a plant. I noticed them though, they're pretty bad at "hiding".
When the plane arrived, we boarded it and I waved goodbye to my old life and hello to my new one.
The ride took awhile but I passed the time by scrolling through my phone and taking awkward selfies and replying to some fans on a popular social website. Mom was rolling her eyes at me the whole time but I knew I was making her laugh - internally at least. At the airport, we quickly got our bags and were met by a taxi driver who would take us to our new home. There we had a car we would use during our stay, so that was good.
"Are you excited?" Mom asked with an amused smile once we were in the car.
I tore my gaze from the window and turned to her, smiling widely. "Duh, I'm excited!"
She laughed quietly, shaking her head and left me to continue staring out the window.
When we finally arrived at our new house, I was ebullient to say the least. After unpacking and getting situated, I was finally ready to do what I came here for: Go to high school. Tomorrow is the first day of school, too, so I didn't miss anything. I'd be just like everyone else.
Still, even though I was excited, I was also extremely nervous.
The next morning, I'd kissed Mom on the cheek and began walking towards my temporary school. You could say I was a mix of emotions: excited, curious, nervous, and happy.
When I arrived at the school and was walking up the concrete stairs that led to two massive doors, I thought about how cool it was to actually be at a school. Pretty dorky, right?
The school was a sight to marvel with the impressive size. The massive doors led to the inside of the school where there was an office as soon as you entered. I walked in the office and noticed how nice everything was. Considering the school was in a wealthier area, I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was.
"Hi," I said, walking up to the desk to see a nice looking older woman sitting down, busily typing.
She looked up and gave me a smile. "How can I help you, dear?"
"My name is May Miracle. I'm new. I kind of need my schedule and locker information," I said, smiling. Hopefully I was talking to the right person.
"You've come to the right place." She dug around in a file cabinet for a minute or two before handing some papers to me. "Here you go.. Oh, and where are you from?"
My eyes widened in panic but I quickly recovered. "Um, Texas," I said a little unsurely but then repeated it again with a little nod.
The older woman laughed, "Oh, I thought I head that accent. Well, you have a good first day, welcome to Miami View High School!"
I smiled, giving a nervous laugh and quickly walked out of there. Suddenly, the perfume she was wearing suffocated me.
I looked down at the slip of paper to see what number my locker was. 273.
"Okay locker 273, here I come," I mumbled to myself, raising my eyebrows a little. I walked around and ended up getting lost a couple times – the school was huge – before I found my locker. It took a lot of stair climbing and going down hallways to get there.
Once I had finally come across the locker, I followed the instructions on the slip and turned the dial the way it was supposed to. Luckily, my locker opened easily.
Since I didn't have anything to put in it, I closed it and glanced at my schedule to see where I was heading first. Art.
With my eyes glued to a school map the lady in the office had given me, I weaved through the many students in the hallway – getting bumped into a couple times.
Suddenly, I collided head on with someone and we both fell over, the person's books flying in the process.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" I quickly said, trying to pick up as many papers and books as possible.
"It's fine," the person said, laughing a little. I looked up and saw a very pretty girl with long blue hair and eyes to match sitting in front of me, laughing behind a hand that was over her mouth. "It's just like me to bump into someone in the halls."
I sighed a sigh of relief, grateful that this girl was so nice. She seemed like the really popular kind of girl. "It's my fault, I'm kind of a klutz," I laughed.
The girl looked at me curiously before picking up her books and standing up, offering a hand to me. "I don't think I've ever seen you here before. I'm Dawn."
"Yeah, I'm new," I said, "I mean, my name's not new - I.. My name's May." I laughed, covering up my awkwardness.
"That's a pretty name! Oh, and I approve of your outfit," Dawn said with a laugh.
I looked down at my plain shorts, Converse, and flannel and shrugged. "Thanks, I think."
"No problem," she said, a smile still on her face. "So, what class do you have first?"
"Art," I answered and noticed Dawn's face light up immediately.
"Really? This is awesome, I'll finally have a friend in that class. Come on!" she took my hand and dragged me with her through the hallways, me laughing silently behind her.
When we arrived in class, Dawn took me to sit with her at a table in the back and then asked for my schedule. I handed it to her, watching her blue eyes scan the paper.
"Let's see... You have art, advanced algebra II, chemistry, study hall, Honors Language Arts II, orchestra, advanced Spanish, and AP Euro," she said to herself, smiling brightly. "We have all classes together except for orchestra and advanced Spanish. French is where it's at," she joked, making me laugh.
"Oh," she continued explaining, "all classes are forty five minutes long and we have five minute passing periods. It may not seem like enough time with the school being, you know, ginormous and all, but trust me, you'll be fine."
"Thanks," I said gratefully, already happy that I'd made a friend – and such a nice friend, too.
"No problem! Wait, so where did you move from?" she inquired, looking at me curiously.
"Texas," I said – without stuttering.
"Whoa, that's pretty cool. So, are you excited to be here?"
"Yeah, I guess. I mean, I don't know much about the area or the school but it seems really cool so far." I shrugged.
Dawn seemed to glow at this. "Well, then let me tell you about all the gossip! Or, at least in my friend group," she said with a sheepish smile.
Laughing I shrugged again. "Take it away."
"Okay, for starters, now that we're friends, you automatically have two other girl best friends – they're awesome. I guess you could say you have four guy friends too. We're not too close – that's where the gossip comes in. So, in middle school all of us were really close, and by all of us I mean me, Misty, Leaf, Drew, Ash, Gary, and Paul."
"Wait, who are they?" I asked.
She waved me off. "You'll probably meet them soon. Anyway, we were best friends but once we hit high school.. well, that's when everything and everyone kind of broke apart. Of course I'm still best friends with Leaf and Misty, but the guys went their own way. Not even they hang out anymore. Really, they only talk at school or lunch."
I interrupted again, "Why did you guys drift apart?"
"What do you expect? It's high school. People change, you lose friends." Dawn shrugged.
My eyebrows furrowed. "Well, that's sad."
Dawn only laughed. "It's okay, really. Besides, it would be more complicated now, anyway."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked, growing more curious and she continued to talk. Funny, I didn't even know these people.
Dawn pursed her lips, blushing slightly. "Let's just say, if we still hung out there would be a lot of drama because there are some potential crushes in that group of boys."
"Oh, I see," I smirked, making Dawn's cheeks grow a little darker in shade.
When she was about to reply, a younger looking woman came in, looking no older than her mid-twenties. She had light brown hair up in a bun and ice blue eyes that should make her look mean, but instead it did quite the opposite.
"Hey, guys!" she said, coming into the room. "How was everyone's summer? How does it feel to be back at school as sophomores?"
The classroom immediately filled with chatter of exciting things everyone had done over the summer along with comments like, "I'm so glad I'm not an irrelevant freshman anymore". I laughed quietly at that.
"Okay, calm down," she laughed. "As some of you know, I'm Professor Juniper. I'm going to be your art teacher and you may see me again as I drift a lot in the school. Well, I teach orchestra other than this, if that's considered drifting around. But, I do substitute for a lot of classes if I'm open." She paused. "As some of you may notice, we have a new student to be joining us this year. She's sitting right there in the back by Miss Berlitz. I'm not going to be the kind of teacher that makes you stand in the front, but can you at least tell everyone your name?" she asked with a crooked smile.
"Uh, hi? I'm May," I said, fidgeting awkwardly as the many pairs of eyes were on me. I've never been a good public speaker. Sure, I could put on a show, but talking? Yeah, not happening.
The small class finally turned their eyes away from me and back to the front where Professor Juniper was sorting some things on her desk.
She turned around and smile brightly on me. She was almost like an older version of Dawn. I already knew she was my favorite teacher, too.
"Also, since not only is this your first day, but since it's also everyone else's first day, I'm going to let you guys have a relaxed day. First day classes where you sit and listen to classroom rules are so overrated," she said with a wave of her hand, earning a laugh from the students. "Everyone hear that? Just free draw!" She clapped her hands and then sat at her desk, interacting with all the students near the front. She seemed like one of those teachers that actually cared about her students which was a plus.
I began to draw, doodling mostly. Back when I was in California, I had some small side hobbies. Drawing was one of them. I wasn't as good as Dawn was, though, as she was busy drawing a very detailed picture.
For the rest of the class Dawn and I shared headphones as we listened to music off her phone and talked some more, getting to know each other.
When the bell finally rang, we both collected our stuff and walked to advanced algebra II. What an… official name.
Before I enrolled, the school had me take an exam to see what classes to put me in. Let's just say, I was a lot smarter than I thought I was. Honestly, it's not like I've never been taught – I've always had a tutor who would teach me eight hours a day – but I still didn't think I'd be put in all these "fancy" classes with words like advanced and honors.
When the two of us arrived, Dawn pulled open the door for me. "Welcome to math class, the most fun place on the planet. Don't worry though; Professor Birch is a cool guy. It's just the class in general that sucks."
I lightly flinched at the name Birch, but shook it off with a laugh at Dawn's comments on the curriculum.
"Where do we sit?" I asked.
"He should have a seating chart for us." In that moment, a guy I hadn't noticed who was sitting at a desk, stood up and taped a piece of paper to the whiteboard. "Let's go look."
We walked up and I was immediately a little disappointed when I saw Dawn and I didn't sit by each other. She was at the very front and I was in the very back.
"Of course he put me in the front," she huffed, crossing her arms.
"What do you mean?"
"I had him last year for geometry and he always sat me in the front because apparently I 'talk too much'. Sigh."
I had to laugh at that. "I'm sorry?" I then looked at where I was sitting and saw a familiar name. "Um, Dawn? Is this Drew the one you were talking about?"
"Hm?" She looked at my name on the paper and then laughed. "Yes it is. This is going to be good."
"What do you mean?" I asked again.
"You'll see after class," she mused, taking a seat at the desk in the front.
I perked a brow, sighing and walking to the back table where Drew still wasn't there. I sat in my seat and tapped my foot.
"Can you not?"
I looked up and saw a green-haired boy looking down at me in annoyance.
"Excuse me?" I questioned, sucking my teeth at his rude behavior.
He only rolled his eyes and sat down next to me. So this must be Drew.
"What's your name?" I asked, though I already knew.
He looked at me, appearing bored. He raised a hand to flick his fringe out of his eye. "Drew Hayden." He paused. "But you should have known that by looking at the seating chart and because I saw you with Dawn. I'd be surprised if she didn't fill you in on everything."
My mouth opened slightly as I flushed. Didn't anyone teach him manners when he was younger? "Even if she did, I'm surprised someone as nice as her could be friends with a dick like you."
He smirked, looking away.
So this was the Drew Dawn was talking about? How could someone like her be friends with him? I guess I shouldn't judge though, I don't know what he's been through. Still, I could tell that this class was going to be long.
Well, there we have it. MY NEW AND IMPROVED CHAPTER!
I hope that one was much better and I will update ASAP!
Review? Please? We can be best friends! Ah JK!
ANYWAYS I'm gonna be going now.
and i'm on spring break so i will be free to update, but just tell me how it was and give me some suggestions. THANKS!
-Dorkyreader859
Edited A/N: I was a loser. Please ignore my irrelevant old author's notes -.-