Hello so this is my first story so sorry if it's crap! I'm going to use more plot and need more OC's but for right now this is just an introduction to the story. I'm really hoping for this to be good so let's think good thoughts, ne?Micah stared intently at the snow fall. She had been doing this for an hour now because she didn't want to help unpack.

"Micah, vous s'il vous plaît d'aide?" her father asked, holding a heavy box.

Micah didn't answer but instead sighed. She missed Washington and didn't want to be in this hick town at all. "Peut-on aller à domicile?" she asked desperate to leave.

"Micah, please, don't be difficult," he father sneered and marched upstairs.

Micah stomped to the van and hauled in a suit case and dragged it upstairs. She pushed it onto her bed and then went back to staring out the window. Glancing at the streets, she saw children playing street hockey and teenagers huddled together. This place is stupid. The young girl pushed out a groan and flopped backwards onto her bed. Why couldn't they just leave?

To her dismay, she felt her eyelids grow heavier as everything turned to a blur. Tomorrow she'd begin school and start her new life. Forgetting everything from Washington. Forgetting the rocky beaches and endless rain. But most of all, her friends, who would soon all become a shallow memory. Everything gone.

Forever.

"Micah ... il est temps de se lever."

Micah rolled over and saw her mother smiling down at her. "Come on! Up!"

Ugh. School time again.

Micah showered and then dressed in a simple light blue jeans and a blank navy blue T-shirt. Usually she would have worn her long hair down but today she pulled it all into a ponytail, the loose wavy curls falling against her back. She also clipped her bangs back, strands of loose hair falling over her pale gray eyes. Pulling on her beige winter coat, she glanced at the clock noticing she was late and hurried down the stairs. She urged her mom to hurry as she grabbed a granola bar and went out to their poopy green mini van, honking the horn. Her petit mother rushed out of the house in her pajamas and climbed into the van, apologizing for being behind.

Arriving at school, Micah's stomach lurched. The macaroni school stood tall in the middle of a plain of snow. Children loitered outside waiting for the first bell to ring and enter classes.

"You'll do fine, amourex," her mother said soothingly and kissed her.

Micah gulped and slowly stepped out of the car and pushed through the mass of children, apologizing for stepping on their feet. She could feel their eyes on her, and whispers of the obvious coming from them. Entering the school she felt relieved. Micah never felt good when everybody's attention was on her. Locating the 5th grade classroom easy because it was the first room in the first hall to the right. Micah tentatively opened the door.

Inside, she saw an obese kid sitting in the front of the classroom in a desk and a teacher scribbling on papers.

"Ah, goddamn another black person this year," the fat kid said.

Micah raised her eyebrows in surprise at the boy's remark. She quickly recovered though, giving him a murderous glare and approached the teacher's desk.

"Hi," Micah said.

The man looked up and gave a surprised look. "You must be Micah?"

She nodded.

"I'm Mr. Garrison as you must already know. I think it's so great we have another African-American joining us," he said with a smile.

Just this once, she was going to let it slide and not say anything. But if anybody commented on it again, she would have to correct them.

Micah located her desk in the back right hand corner of the room. A red nametag stood erect, reading her name in fine cursive. Sitting down, she glanced around the room as the teacher continued to scribble and the fat boy continued to write on his paper.

Kids finally started filing in and gave her stares. Micah ignored them and didn't listen to their obvious remarks. The teacher stood and sat down on the desk, crossing his legs.

"As you can see we have a name student. Everybody welcome Micah Baudelaire from Washington State." There were a few hellos and claps across the room.

Thankfully, that was all there was about Micah and he went straight to math problems. The ends of Micah's lips twitched as she relaxed and slouched in her chair. Everybody's attention was finally off of her and now on school.

At lunch she sat with a few random kids and didn't talk to them much. Instead she studied around the room. There were huddles of girls and boys at each table and Micah could easily tell their groups were set in place. Thinking earnestly, she wondered if she could easily fit into a group and not seem different. Glancing down, Micah knew it was impossible. She never felt this awkward before and it hurt. She'd always had someone to talk to about her problems and now here she was with no one within a foot of her. That's when she started thinking about her old friends and she felt the twang.

As everything became blurred, Micah's bottom lip jutted out and started to quiver. You're not going to cry, she thought to herself but she couldn't stop herself as the tears moved down at a fast rate. One of the girls at the table asked if she was ok but Micah just shot out of her seat and paced to the bathroom.

Whipping out her phone, she dialed Taylor's number.

"Please answer…" Micah whispered.

Just when she was sure Taylor wasn't going to answer, a voice snapped "What?"

"Taylor!" Micah exclaimed. "I just… needed to hear your voice."

"You do know I was in the middle of Social Studies, right?" Taylor sounded pissed, as usual.

"I can't stand it here, Taylor. I'm freezing my ass off while everybody stares at me. There's only one other black kid here, can you believe that?" Micah's tears stopped and a feel of warmth came over her.

"Oh…" Taylor sounded apologetic and continued, "Look Micah I feel sorry, I really do, but I have to get back to class. He thinks I'm on a bathroom break."

"I understand" Micah's thin eyebrows knitted together, feeling disappointed that she barley got two sentences with her best friend.

"I'll call you tonight, ok?"

"Ok"

"Oh and Micah, don't worry. I'm sure you'll feel better in no time and will be swarmed by all your new friends because seriously, who wouldn't love you? Just relax and get to know everybody. I'm sure you'll be fine" Taylor's voice sounded sincere as she tried to comfort her friends.

Micah lingered for a moment and nodded.

"I hope so."

Ok so that's the first ever-so-crappy introduction of mine. :) Please review and give me your OC's to use! Just give me the information below and I will include them in the story, K? ;)

Kadisha~

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