Hi dear! I wrote this a while ago and didn't knew if I should put it here or not. So I'm taking a chance! Hope you like it and review!

Hell I didn't want to change country! Everything was fine here. Everything was here, my past, my friends, my memories. I felt like I was letting a part of my self. I couldn't understand my mom at that point. For someone who's priorities were their kids, it sure didn't felt like it now. We were going to move from Canada to the States. Phoenix precisely. And no offense, but honestly I already knew that I didn't belong there. Anyway, how could I? I've never belonged anywhere really. My mom got a job over there, so she wanted to move there the four of us; my big Brother Nathan, my little brother, herself and I. Arguing with her has been useless.

So we ended up in a little white house, the kind she always dreamed of, but at that point, I couldn't care less about her happiness. I tend to be selfish when I get angry. I was unpacking my shit in my new room when the doorbell rang. I listened to see if anyone was going to open, but everybody seemed so focus. So I opened.

Jesus I hoped that everybody in the neighborhood wasn't like the people in front of me. A grey haired man, a little dark blond woman and a tall bleached blond girl with obviously false breast (or maybe was it her bra that was so…fake) were smiling with their perfect straight and white teeth. They looked so…unreal. Like plastic. Everything about them was smelling condescension snobbery. They even brought a pie. I just felt like putting a lighter in their face to see if they would melt.

After I opened, they kind of got surprised. I was clearly not the kind of person they were used to see. With my nose ring piercing, my half sleeves tattoos on my left arm. My hairs were up, revealing my half shave head and I was wearing a jeans coat full of patches with cut of sleeves. Maybe it was my ears full of piercing or my white strand of hair, but they stared for a cuple of second amazed with my style before they got to their sense and talk.

My mom got to the door at that point, so I took the pie and flee. I heard that they were the King family, and their name just made me want to puke. No wonder why they were so snob. They said that they were happy to see new comers and that they hope they could be friends soon. Hell, I just hope my mom wasn't stupid enough to accept that! After that, I got to my little brother's room, Matthew. I saw his eyes light up and a cheerful smile when he saw the pie. We ate the half of it and then finished unpacking our stuffs.

My room was bigger than the one I use to live in. I had two big windows and there was a big three in the yard. My closet was a bit bigger to. But the room itself was lacking life. By the time we all finished placing and cleaning, it was supper time. I wasn't hungry, so I went to the garage to get my beauty ready. I had a black motorcycle with skull design. You know, the kind you see real motor using. In fact, it used to be to my dad's bike who was a biker in a motorcycle club, but I inherit it after his death. I glanced at it for a while, remembering good old memories with him before I cleaned her delicately. And then, it was time to sleep.

I hated people. I hate their stupidity, how they think they were better and I hate the injustice they create. If I could live in the wood all by myself, I'm pretty sure I'd feel better. It disgusts me how they judge people by their look and not for who they are. Anyway, I had to go to school even if I protested to my mom. I was on my bike on the way to get Matthew to his school. He wanted to make a show in front of everybody of how cool he was because he was on a bike. I found that pretty cute, so I couldn't resist him. When he made sure to be seen by a lot of students, he gave me a high-five and a wink before going in. How I wished I would be cool just with an appearance.

For my part, People were already staring from afar when I got in the parking lot of my school. I heard some ''cool bike bro'' and some ''oh my god! Is that the new student? 'cause he's totally hot''. I had a skull bandana covering my face, big cops sunglasses and my long black hair were tucked under my vintage motor helmet. I saw everybody looking through my way. I gently removed my bandana, then my glasses and my helmet last to keep the suspense. Girls were disappointed, as for the others, I think they didn't know what to think.

My backpack already on my right shoulder, I slowly entered the building. I didn't mind the attention people were giving, I could understand that they were curious. At the same time, I just wanted to be no profil for a cuple of days

I went to the cafeteria for diner 'cause after my class. I didn't have time to make me a sandwich. Plus, I hated sandwiches. I practically vomit everytime I eat one of those. When I got there, I almost regretted my decision. The place was full of people, noise and stupidity. I seems that it was hamburgers day, probably why it was so full. I waited in line, observing the other teenagers. It was partially like a movie with the tables separated by popularity. In one of the corner was those who we could probably classify as ''nerds'', then there was those who were talking about videos games. Not far of them was the Asian table, creating their own Chinatown I guess. There were others that I couldn't classify well, but I could surely see the table with the popular kids. They were so fucking loud, laughing at I don't know what. Blond girls with not much clothing and guys that I could tell were probably Douch were surrounding the table. Then, there was a guy with long light brown hair that looked like he didn't belong there. He was tall, but not as muscular as the others guys. He was laughing with the others, but I felt like it was forced. He was really handsome, but because of who he was with, I classified him as an idiot. Maybe I was wrong, but only time could tell me. While I was looking at the fame table, one of the fool wave at me with an imbecile smile and winked. Gosh that I hate that king of moron, the kind that like to make someone feel uneasy. I would have normally showed him my middle finger, but it was my first day at school. Not really the time to make enemy.

I looked away and bought a cheeseburger. While I was getting condiments on my tray, I heard people laughing. I turned around to see one of these popular cretins spilling milk at a table where three boys and a girl were sitting. They were all staring at the poured milk. The girl had some on her shirt and one of the guys book was a bit wet. Why the fuck was he doing this? Don't tell me they were the bullied table! Oh how I hated injustice. My father told me that those who were stronger should help the weaker, and I planned on doing just that.

I took a bunch of napkins and brought them to the table were the victims were. This twit was laughing and looking at his table for the approbation of others. I had three options in front of me: either I was going to ignore him and help the others. Maybe I should hit him behind the knees so he would lose balance and I smashed his head on the table, or the last option was to tell him to get the fuck out of my sight. I figured that I should not fuck his face up. After all, it was my first day at this school. Threatening him was probably not the beast idea either.

I just ignored this motherfucker and past the napkins to those at the table. ''You probably wanna change that t-shirt sweetie or it'll smell funny'' I told the girl. ''I have a spare t-shirt in my locker if you want to go after diner''. I saw her nodding timidly. The guys were staring at me, like I was an alien. I guessed it was the first time somebody defended them, and it truly saddened me. The football player size guy was still there, but his smile was gone. "So, you're the new girl uh?" he asked like nothing happened thirty seconds ago. I couldn't believe it. He was talking like he was fucking flirting with me. "Yeah, so?" "Well aren't you a pretty little punk".

I hated ignorance, and he was annoying me. I glance at the popular table and saw the handsome guy looking towards me. He was delightful for the eyes. "Listen buddy, I don't want trouble or anything" I respond. "Just go back to your friends so I could talk to mine". He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Your friends? They're just a bunch of losers and…""OK. Listen to me and listen to me good" I was slowly losing my temper "I don't give a shit of what you think of them. Just scram". He was speechless but not moving. "Fucking scram!" I almost yelled. I was raging inside. He then took a cuple of feet away before going back to his table. I was still up watching the guy going to his seat when someone got me out of my thoughts.

"You eh…wanna eat with us…maybe?" I changed my attention back to the table I was standing in front of. It was the little girl with red hair and black glasses who was talking. She had a round face with freckles all over her face and arms and blues eyes. I smiled and nodded. They were all silent so I spoke first. "is this something common or was it just a special day?" I asked while pointing at the morons table. "It's a…not that common. Just sometimes" said the red hair. 'Well from my point of view, it was one time too many". They all looked down at their tray, knowing very well that I was right. "Anyway, my name is Sidney. And you are?"

The tall guy with long black hair was Emerick. He had green emerald eyes that fascinated me. His skin was tan, he probably had native American roots. Then there was Carl who looked like a sporty guy with his soccer shirt and his Adidas short. He always had a goofy smile that I found refreshing. Jason was the one who barely talk but seems to listen at everything. Finally there was Alicia who seemed shy. She gazed at everything with puppy eyes.

They seemed like nice people. "I heard that you're Canadian. Is that true?" asked Emerick. "Yeah. Directly from Montreal city". "That's cool. Are you not bothered by the temperature? I mean…you're not in snow and cold." I laughed a bit. "We do have big winters, but we have other season like summer, spring and fall you know". He smiled back. I ate while they were asking me questions. And then I had to go with Alicia to my locker for the spare t-shirt.

"I think it will fit you. Maybe not your style, but for now I'm pretty sure you don't mind". She nodded and thanked me. I glanced at my watch. Already time to go to my other class.

I hated Mathematic. It was not my cup of tea and it bored me to death. Plus, I didn't know anybody around. I felt like it was going to be a long class. Because I was new, I took the opportunity to get in late, giving me a little time to mess around and check the school. It was bigger than what I was use to.

When I got in Math, the teacher introduced me to the class even if it was already done the previous period. "Here's the new student Sidney White. I count on all of you to make her stay here pleasant". The class was just staring, no sound. "There's a seat in the back to your right. Go ahead". I slowly walk with my backpack, observing everybody on the way. Then I saw someone stretched his foot probably trying to make me trip. I watched the guy and saw that it was another boy who was with the popular kids. I looked him right in the eye before walking directly on his foot. "You might want to keep it for yourself" I whispered before taking my seat.

I didn't bother to see who was next to me. I got my book and my pencils out of my bag. After all, I was a good student and I did what needed to be done in school. I had excellent grades and failure was not part of my vocabulary even if math wasn't the easiest class for me. I might not have the look of a model student, but I was. I felt the person next to me staring but I didn't bother to look up. Then several little coughs were made, probably to get my attention. I rolled my eyes and stared from where the noises were coming from. It was the guy that I thought was good looking from diner. He had a big smile, making the corner of his eyes wrinkled. The brown of his eyes was almost honey-like, his hairs were wavy and almost shoulder length and he had a pinch and amustache like the musketeers. He was breathtaking but I had in mind that he was a complete idiot.

I sight loudly to make him understand that he was bothering me. "You're the new girl?" No shit Sherlock! "You should be a detective .". He laughed a bit. "Yeah. So...uh…your name's Sidney? That's a pretty name for a pretty girl". I giggled "Man, that's so cheesy!". Oh no. You didn't just giggle? Ahh fuck. I did. He stretched his hand for me to shake. "I'm Hayden." I looked him in the eyes. Well, I guess I could give him a second chance, could I?

''I'm Sidney''.