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First Day, First Impressions

Lucy's Point of View

Ring, ring, ri-

"God damn it! Stupid alarm!" I shouted at the lump of broken clock on the wooden floor.

"Lucky, you know that cursing is bad for your chi." Mom said.

"Got it, mom."

I got out of my warm bed and trudged all the way to the bathroom from across the hall.

I took a nice, hot shower and brushed my teeth. I then moved on to my hair, which was a brown wedged bob that seemed to stay in place no matter what. I washed my face and was instantly awakened.

Damn you, cold water.

"Lucky, come down here and get your breakfast. The bus is coming!" Mom said from downstairs.

You would think that my mom would at least let me drive my own car, but noo! She, along with my dad, believed in public transit and reducing the fumes that go into the air. I won't lie, I care about it, too, but I had my OWN CAR! Give me a break! I mean, I don't wanna kill the Earth, but was I going to kill my chance at social life?

Yeah, I probably was.

"Honey, you're going to be late!" Mom yelled.

I looked at the clock in the bathroom.

Shit! I've got about 30 minutes to go!

I ran into my room, barging through the doorway.

I grabbed my cargo pants and a simple t-shirt that was black. I slipped on my clothes and grabbed a light sweater. I grabbed my shoulder bag and walked out, shutting the lights off and closing the door behind me.

"Hon-" Mom said.

"I'm coming!" I yelled, and ran down the stairs to get my breakfast.

I finally made it to the bus stop. You would think they gave me a ride to the stop, at least. But nope! They had to go the other way. So, I had to walk half a mile in the drizzle of light rain to a bus stop I was dreading to get to.

I got to the bus and waited. And waited. You would think that the bus was going to get here, but it decided to give me some serious torture.

So, I spent my time looking around the place. I was the new freshman at Violet Hill High School. One that was in a town in the middle of nowhere...okay...not really. But the place was not even listed on the map. I mean, seriously? My parents were big on saving the environment because they were environmentalists. We moved from place to place every year. I had gone to 6 different schools in all of my life. This was lucky number seven. Not.

The reason we moved so much was because my parents wanted to help towns that were polluted, but had no help. For example, this small town. It wasn't even listed on the map, but my parents found it. And they also found that their lake, Lake Violet, was polluted with who knows what.

And so we moved from Atlanta, Georgia to Violet Hill. Not the best move ever. I still had tons of boxes to unpack in my room.

I heard the bus come up from the street.

The big and yellow bus made its way toward me and opened its doors.

I stepped in and was immediately faced with a problem. Where the hell was I going to sit? All the seats were taken up by one person, which meant that I was stuck sitting next to a complete stranger that I didn't know. I walked down the narrow aisle. I saw a girl much like me, with cargo pants and a simple t-shirt on. Well, best to have someone like you to sit next to.

"Hey," I said, "Do you mind if I sit here?" I asked the girl with long, black hair.

She turned and looked at me with pale eyes.

"Uh, what did you say?" She asked.

"Uh, can I sit here?" I asked again.

She smiled. "Sure."

I gave a a thank you smile before sitting down. "Hey, I'm Lucy, by the way, Lucy Hamilton."

She looked at me again with those pale eyes.

"Solange Drake, at your service."

I giggled. "You sound like my Uncle Thomas."

"Huh?" She asked.

"Oh, he's really into the 1980s history. He talks like he's from there, too."

"That is so cool! Hey, think he can tutor me in History?" She asked.

"I'll see what I can do. I've got connections." I smiled a little.

She laughed. "And you," She said, "Sound like a Mafia Leader."

I burst out laughing. "Oh, yeah, I totally am! I have a rifle in my back pack." I said sarcastically.

She laughed, too. "You know, you are the funniest person ever. I am totally voting for you for funniest in the yearbook."

My smile faltered. "Don't."

She gave me a confused look. "Don't wanna attract attention. I'm a newbie."

"I thought so, I never really did see you around." She said.

"Yeah. So, how long have you been here?"

"I'm a freshman here. I've lived here ever since I was born." There was something else in her eyes that told me she wasn't telling the whole truth.

But I wasn't about to lose the only friend I made so far.

"Cool, I move around a lot, so, I don't stay at a place forever."

"That's nice, I'd love to leave."

"Huh?" I asked Solange.

"Overprotective parents, family in general."

"How many siblings do you have?" I asked.

"Seven. All brothers."

"Lemme guess, your the youngest?" She nodded.

"You must be dyiny to get some girl time." I said.

"That would be cool, if they would even let me go."

"Say you're doing a project, and you need to work with your partner."

She looked at me, contemplating it, Then, her eyes brightened.

"That is the single most smartest thing ever."

I smiled. "So, Starbucks, right after school. We'll discuss the "Project"."

"I think that we'll actually have to do a project together, if you have science with me." Solange said.

"And you know this because?" I asked.

"My brothers. They're all older than me. So I know what to expect."

I nodded. "Who are they exactly?" I looked around the bus. I didn't see anyone like her.

"Oh, well, the ones that are the seniors are Sebastian and Duncan. They're really quiet. The only Junior in the family is Marcus. He's quiet, too. The Sophomores are Connor and Quinn, who are both twins, Logan , who is into the whole lace cuffs on shirts and pirates saving damsels. The last one is Nicholas. He;s a sophomore, too. Super overprotective and is in serious need of a slap in the face. People, my family actually, just don't get that I need some space."

"Tough family. I've got parents that give me too much freedom. They're always out. Busy doing work or trying to clean a river. Always the same excuse. It gets tiring, sometimes."

"Wish I could switch with you." Solange said.

"I so wish the same thing." I said.

"Why aren't any of your brothers here?" I asked.

"They took the car."

"You willingly took a bus instead of a car."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I don't want too much attention."

"Okay. I guess we have more in common than we thought."

"Yeah, I guess so. Hey, what do you have on your schedule?" Solange asked.

"I sorta don't have it yet."

"Why?" Solange asked.

"I sorta registered late, so I'm gonna get my schedule late."

"Oh. Do you want me to come along?" She asked.

"Nah, I can find the office myself, thanks anyways." I saw that the bus stopped at the front of the red bricked school.

"Okay. I guess I'll see you in any classes that we have?"

"Most definitely. I'm a Mafia Leader, remember? I can make anything happen. I've got connections." I said jokingly.

"Haha, you keep on doing that. See you at Starbucks?"

"Yeah, see you soon!" I said as I made my way toward the school office.

The dooe was a dark brown door with the word "Office" on it.

I stepped into the warm room.

"Hi," I said to the reception woman, "I'm here to get my schedule."

"Darling, everyone's here for their schedule. Line up over there." She used her pencil and pointed to a line.

I guess I wasn't the only one that enrolled late.

I lined up behind a girl with long black hair and wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt with stripes. I looked at her arms and say that there was tattoos all over them, consisting of dogs. She also had a bunch of scars on her arms.

"Hi." I said to the girl.

"Hello, do you need something?" The girl asked.

"Um, yeah, is this the line to get your schedule?" I asked.

"I believe so. What year are you?" She asked.

"I'm a freshman and I'm new to this town. My name's Lucy Hamilton." I stretched my hand towards her.

"Isabeau St. Croix. I'm a sophomore exchange student from France." She stretched her hand toward mine. We were about to shake hands until a blond girl and her two blond friends got in our way.

"Sorry, hun," The head blond girl said, "I gotta cut the chit-chat here. Now move your puny little ass out of the line so I can get my schedule."

"Sorry, bitch, " I said with fake sympathy, "Go to the back, where you belong."

She glared at me and I glared back. I noticed what she was wearing. A super short mini skirt with a tube top that was pink.

"Does the school even let you wear this...monstrosity?" I asked with pure disdain.

Isabeau giggled. Blonde heard it.

"Hey, look Miss I'm from France, don't act like you're from Paris because your clothes obviously don't look too cool."

"Hey, look Miss Airhead, I suggest you pull your skirt down lower because nobody wants to see your thongs." Isabeau retorted.

Wow. She is good!

"And by the way," I said, "Paris is in France, so technically, she is from Paris."

She looked at me. "Well, whatever. Who knows geography, anyways? Like seriously? So unawesome." She said.

"Uh, I don't think "unawesome" is a word." I said.

"Whatever." She said as she and her cronies went to the back of the line.

I looked at Isabeau. "Whatever." We both said in super shrilly voices. We both laughed.

Isabeau got her schedule and I got mine.

"What's your schedule?" I asked her.

She handed it to me.

Isabeau St. Croix

1st Period (8:30 to 9:30) Language Arts Honors with Miss Charter Room 23

2nd Period (9:35 to 10:33) Physical Science with Mr. Edwards Room 34

3rd Period (10:38 to 11:36) American History with Mr. Johnson Room 12

4th Period (11:41 to 12:39) Pre-Calculus with Mrs. Jackson Room 33

Lunch (12:39 to 1:14)

5th Period (1:19 to 2:17) Physical Education with Coach Santiago Gym

6th Period (2:22 to 3:20) Art with Miss Schnauzer Room 16

I handed her my schedule

Lucky Hamilton

1st Period (8:30 to 9:30) Science with Mr. Cooper Room 4

2nd Period (9:35 to 10:33) Language Arts Honors with Mr. Jones Room 40

3rd Period (10:38 to 11:36) American History with Mr. Johnson Room 12

4th Period (11:41 to 12:39) Physical Education with Coach Lemmings Gym

Lunch (12:39 to 1:14)

5th Period (1:19 to 2:17) Algebra II with Miss Juarez Room 13

6th Period (2:22 to 3:20) Archery with Mrs. Dubai Gym

"So," I said, "We only have History and Lunch together. Oh, well, better than nothing."

"I guess I'll see you in 3rd period?" Isabeau said.

"Yeah. See you then." I said and walked toward the door.

I opened the door...

And slammed it into two people.

Not. Cool.

"Oh my gosh. I am so sorry!" I said as I picked up a girl with blond hair and a guy with reddish brown hair.

"It's okay. I've had worse." The blond said.

"Sorry, again. My name is Lucy. I'm new here."

"Hunter Wild, returning," She winced a little when she touched a bruise on her arm, "student here. I'm a sophomore. And so is Kieran." She pointed to the other guy.

"Well, hi." I said.

"Is this the way to the schedule line?" asked Hunter.

"Uh, yeah. I guess I'm not the only one who enrolled late."

"I guess not." Hunter said.

"Oh, but just be careful. Super snob alert."

"I'm guessing you met Jennifer and her gang." Hunter said scornfully.

"If it's a blonde bimbo who has the brain the size of a peanut, then yes. It was her."

"Ugh! She gives all blondes a bad name." Hunter groaned.

"You just hate her because she's dating Quinn Drake." Kieran said.

"Huh?" I asked.

"Don't take it the wrong way. I don't like him. I hate him is more like it. Annoying, arrogant playboy. I hope we have no classes together this year." Hunter said.

"So," I said, "Lemme get it straight. You had classes with a jerk last year. He treats you like crap. You hate him. And you hate all the people associated with him?"

"No. His sister, I can deal with."

"Solange?" I asked.

"Uh. Yeah. How'd you know who she was." Kieran asked.

"Met her on the bus." I replied.

"Oh. Well, I have to go get my schedule and so does Kieran here." Hunter said.

"Okay, see you around!" I said.

I walked away toward my next class.

So, my life wasn't bad so far. I made 4 new friends, was going to Starbucks after school, and knew one person in one of my classes. I really hope I would know more people soon.

But, I had to avoid a blond idiot and her cronies and any guys who wanted to group my ass. If there was one playboy, there were more to come.

I opened the door to Room 4 for Mr. Cooper's Science class.