The Lone Wolf
My alarm went off, I slowly open my eyes, sunlight was filtering into my new room, I hit the snooze button and sat up. There were still cardboard boxes lying around the room from the move, last Saturday. There were cars honking around outside on queens st, I slid my legs to the side and put my feet on the carpet floor, I looked at the time
"It's 7:42am" I said to myself. "I have to get to the bus stop by 8:08 am, so that gives me twenty-six minutes to get ready."
I jumped up and stretched for about a minute then went off to the bathroom to do brush my teeth and such. After i washed my face I looked at it, I don't like wearing makeup, my face is pale and has a few freckles doted here and there, I don't have any acne or pores or what every else there was, so I never really touch my face.
I got dressed in a gray top that, unfortunately, matched my dull gray eyes, I slipped on some jeans, pulled on my canvas sneakers, and looked in the mirror again, my black sort of wavy and curly hair hung loosely around me, I didn't look bad, I just didn't look good, I sigh and pulled on my jean jacket, then my fuchsia beanie, it didn't match in my opinion, but I didn't care, I went down to the kitchen and saw my mom sipping some coffee while looking at her emails on her IPad, I went to the pantry and pulled out some bagels, that I toasted and buttered for myself, I walked pass my mom to place my food on the table, without looking up she said.
Mother- "I made an extra cup of coffee for you."
I placed my bagels down and walked over to the coffee machine to pour me some.
Me - "Thanks mom, so when are you going to start your new job?"
Her job is the only reason we moved here, I mean besides the 'experience' of going to new York, she works as a designer for an actress or model or something, unfortunately in the contract she's sigh she can't tell me who it is, also she has to move as the 'actress' moves, so that means this 'actress' has just moved to new York.
Mom - "Not until She gets settled in"
See what I mean? I scarf down my breakfast and finished up my coffee, when I was done I got up and place mine and my mom's dirty dishes in the sink, I then hugged her good bye and went to the front entrance way. I pulled my backpack over my shoulders and went out the door with one finally "Bye".
It was pretty chilly out for the first day of the school year, I didn't have time to grab a scarf, so I made my way to where my mom showed me the bus stop was, the other day.
It wasn't that far from where I now lived so I didn't have to run, so I look at the "scenery" as I walked by, I noted that there were trees lining the sidewalk, and some of the buildings and homes were really ugly, I don't really like it here, I would much rather be in the country then this dull looking city, I came to the bus stop and boy did i have good timing, I could see it coming towards me. When it arrived, I showed the driver my school ID and walk aboard, there was a group of girls chatting and giggling loudly, I could feel a headache coming on.
I found the quietest spot in the bus the back seats; I sat by the window and stared out. Even thought this is the quietest spot it was still pretty noisy, so I plugged my earphones into my MP3 player and listen to some Hip-hop classical music. The bus started and we were on our way. The scenery got nicer as I wondered if I was going to be bullied here like every school I've gone to in the past, to tell the truth I don't think I was every not bullied, I guess people just find me as an easy target.
The bus stopped again to pick up some more students, I guess this was there last stop because a girl took the seat next to me, and need I remind you I'm sitting in the back.
I look through my hair at her, she has red poker straight hair and bright green eyes, she also looks to be about seven-teen.
I unplugged my earphones and looked at her, this time not through my hair, and said "Hi", just to test if she's friendly or not. She then smiled slightly and said "Hey".
She seemed friendly enough; I put out my hand to shake hers
"I'm Erica; it's nice to meet you."
She took my hand, and shook it, "Nice to meet you too." she said back to me.
"So" I said trying to make conversation "It's pretty cold out today, isn't it?"
She nodded and looked outside. "Normally it's not this chilly on the first day of school, but the weatherman said it would be warmer tomorrow"
"Good" I said "I don't think I could handle it if it was like this every day!"
She tilted her head and smiled at me. "Are you new in the area?"
"Yes, I moved here last Saturday, and I'm just settling in."
She then asked "What year are you in high school?"
I looked down at my backpack that was on my lap "2nd, but I'm doing class with the juniors with year, you?"
"I'm a junior, so I guess I'll be seeing you around." she smiled.
The bus pulled up to Midtown High, I couldn't help inhaling sharply. It was way nicer looking then all the other school I've went to combined. The bus came to a stop and students started pouring out, as the red head got up to leave I asked.
"Wait, what's your name?"
She slung her backpack over her shoulders.
"I'm M.J, see you at lunch!"
she said as she turned around to get off the bus. I was the last one off the bus, I stepped into the main building, it was so noisy I almost forgot to report to Principal Couson, but I didn't know where his office was.
I saw a girl who didn't look like she was too busy, so I went up to her and asked
"Um, excuse me?" She turned towards me "What?" she said sounding annoyed.
oh, sorry to bother you but I'm new here and I was wondering where principal Cousons office is."
She rolled her eyes and pointed down the hall. "Go straight, make a left, then keep walking, it's the first door on the right."
"Oh, thank yo-" She turned back to her locker and ignored me.
"Wow, she was nice!" I said in a normal voice, since the hall was so loud it didn't matter.
I made a left and came to the principal's office; I raised my hand to knock but stopped myself. I heard what sounded like the principal and a student having a conversation.
"But you don't understand Cousin, he won't follow order, protocol, or even the simplest suggestion in the right detection, he's such an idiot!" Said a girl student
"I know you're having trouble working as a team, Ava." What sounded like the principal, interrupt. "But I don't have time for it right now, I'm waiting for a new student to arrive, and don't forget, you and the boys have detentions today." I could hear her footsteps coming to the door; I moved to the side and tried to look casually. "We'll be there, Coulson" the door opened and a bark skin girl came out, no doubt Ava. When I door closed, I went up and knocked casually.
"Come in." Said a busy sounding voice inside, so I went in.
Now this 'finally registration thing' was kind of boring, so I'll just tell you what happen after I was let out of the principal's office.
I made my way to first period and got to class early enough to get to choose my seat, most of the good ones were taken, so I could either sit next to a boy who clearly doesn't know who to wear hair gel, or I sit in the back. So I did the most logical thing possible, I sat in the back.
A middle aged man came in, probably my new teacher.
"Hello class." He said as he made his way to his desk. "I hope you all had a nice spring break."
He clapped his hands together, pick up a clipboard on his desk and cleared his throat.
"Now to get started I'm Mr. Charles, and we are going to take attendants."
I was instantly worried. You probably don't know this, thanks to my amazing skills of 'keeping my mouth shut'. But my real name isn't Erica, that's just what I prefer to be called, it's actually Luperca, and when pronounce incorrectly it sounds stupid, not that it doesn't sound stupid at first, just not as bad.
So there I sat dreading the way the teacher would decide on pronouncing it.
"Rebecca Mills?" He looked around. "Here" Said some blond girl. "OK great, Peter Parker?"
There was no reply. "Peter Parker, anyone? Ok then, not here." The teacher scribbled some words down. I saw one of the boys face plant, then raise his hand. "May I be excuse, Mr. Charles? I forgot something from my locker." Mr. Charles nodded and the boy got up and left. I watch as he left.
"Erica Griffin? Is she here?" I was shocked for a moment, and then smiled. "I'm here". I was so relieved; I guess my mom must have signed me under that name. Huge weight lifted off my chest!
A few moments later the boy came back with someone, probably Peter. He put his hand behind his head apologetically. "Sorry I'm late." He walked over to the last desk; the one next to the boy with a lot of hair gel, sat down and got out his books.
We finished taking attendance and started class.
