Chapter 1
Key woke up to the sound of vicious dogs barking.
"Ugh, shut up you stupid dogs!" she yelled as she threw her pillow at the rusty window. Groggily glancing at her clock she pulled herself out of the bed. As she made herself ready she planned out her game plan for the first day of school.
First, try not to humiliate self this 8th grade year. Second, try to get at least C's. Not very likely. And third, DO NOT engage with anyone!
Feeling glum she pulled on her jacket over her t-shirt and jeans took a peek in the mirror to immediately spot her eyes.
"Again! Couldn't you lousy eyes at least try to stay one color!" she yelled at her reflection. Today they were the color of dirty dishwater surrounded by a sprinkle of freckles across her nose. Somehow her eyes always reflected on how she felt.
Mad she desperately tried to look acceptable as she straightened her side bangs and brushed her eyes with some gooey black stuff her mama bought her. Sighing she stomped down her wooden stairs to the run down kitchen.
"Oh honey, you look beautiful this fine morning," exclaimed Key's mother, Blaire as she danced around on her toes to some weird opera music. Shaking her head Key wondered how she ever came out of that lady's stomach. Dissatisfied she sat down at her usual spot. As she ate her pop tart she tried to think of 3 unique things this morning as she always did. One. Flying tongues. Two. 90 toes. And three. Of course my mama.
After eating breakfast Key realized she was already 10 minutes late and ran for her bike and pack. She wanted to at least try to make it to San Quito Junior High on time.
Key hurriedly slipped on her helmet over her painfully straight gold hair and sped away as fast as she could in the warm California sun.
Key soon arrived and puffed her bike into the school rack and sprinted for her first classroom, Language Arts.
As she ran she noticed no one wandering around or smoking behind the bathrooms. The school seemed eerily quiet.
"Shit! Everybody must've already started!" Key murmured to herself.
Scanning the metal plates for her class she spotted it and skidded to a stop outside. The only thing between her and her new school year was a door and all she had to do was open it. "Here goes nothing," Key said and prayed to whoever would listen.