Corey's POV.
"TRINAAA!" I screamed through the roar of the wind. She's driving too fast. It's my first day of school and Mom told Trina to drive me to school in her car, Pinktastic. She wasn't to happy about it but agreed. And it looks like I won't even see my school because I'm going to DIE!
"Shut your trap. I have to focus on my driving." She said angrily without turning back to me.
Driving? More like racing!, I thought. I'm going to die!
Few minutes earlier...
Corey's POV.
I woke up in bed with my mom screaming her head off from outside the door of my bedroom."COREY! WAKE UP! IT'S YOUR FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! DON'T WANT TO BE LATE!" then I heard her footsteps going down the stairs.
I groaned and sat up. It's my first day starting as a junior at Elementary High. I transferred to Peaceville after a year of music school. I loved it there, but Mom said I need some more "useful" knowledge than music.
I left my room and walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I went down stairs to find Mom and my older sister, Trina, already eating breakfast. Eggs and bacon! With toast! Yeah!
"Sorry, Corey. We were hungry and I got work." Mom said as she took her empty plate and put it in the sink.
"Hurry up and eat. It's your first day of school and you don't want to be late. Oh and Trina dear, drive Corey to your school, K? You guys are going to the same school now so Corey doesn't have to use the bus." Trina's a senior at Elementary High so we spent a lot of time away from eachother and she seemed to enjoy it.
I ate my breakfast quickly and ran upstairs to get dressed. I wore my usual clothes. A black t-shirt with white long sleeves that reached a few inches away from my wrist with a white turtle neck collar and orange cargo shorts. I put on my white knee socks and my blue sneakers and of course I took my guitar. I put it in its guitar case and grabbed my backpack. Oh! Can't forget about my favorite beanie! It was orange with a cool skull on it.
"HURRY UP YOU BRAT BEFORE I LEAVE WITHOUT YOU!" Trina yelled from the garage. I ran downstairs and sat in the backseat. There's no way I'm sitting in front next to a pink-loving demon!
Just as the garage door finished sliding out of the way, Trina stomped on the gas.
Back to present situation...
"TRINAAA!" I screamed again but she ignored me. The light ahead turned red but she didn't slow down. She sped through the cross road as cars jerked to a stop, almost crashing into eachother.
"Finally! We're here. Welcome to your new prison." She jerked to a stop in front of a gate. I tried to calm down and looked out the window. It seemed like a fine school. I put on my backpack and grabbed my guitar case.
"I got classes on the other side of campus! HASHTAG: SEE YA, LOSER!" She did the L-is-for-Loser sign with her hand and pressed on the gas petal and raced off.
Worst. Sister. EVER., I thought. I turned back to the school and gulped. Let's hope for the best.
NO POV.(Hey that rhymes!)
Corey walked into the school grounds with his usual confident smile. As he passed by each student in his path they all seemed to warm up to him, especially because he seemed so nice, saying 'Hi' to everyone within a 3-foot radius. He loved being liked by others. He was pretty used to it. That's until he met.. Her.