So guys, new story. I hope you like it. BTW this chapter kind of sucks, because I needed it to set things up. Enjoy!
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"Ugh. I'm tired of this." I muttered, shamelessly talking to myself. It's not like anyone was awake to hear me. My mom was passed out on the other couch again, and my dad, on the other hand, was so dead nothing could turn him over in his grave. I'm sitting here, waiting for school to start, watching the same 'Where Are They Now' show I've seen six or seven times.
I would never understand how they made this show. Usually, each episode is half an hour long and about a dozen or so stars after they weren't so famous. But this hour long special is dedicated to just Hannah Montana, the teenage wonder, who broke onto the scene, stayed for years, then played her last concert on her 19th birthday. I guess she decided she was too old or something. But, because no one really knew who she was, the hour was filled with speculation and conspiracy theories. It's ridiculous. I vaguely remember Hannah Montana. She'd been the greatest thing to me. For my tenth birthday I'd gotten a Hannah Montana CD titled Best of Both Worlds. I'd plastered pictures of her to my wall, sung her songs, watched her performances, gone to 7 of her concerts. Then, when I was thirteen, she disappeared. Talk about a let down.
I checked the time on my cell phone again, relieved to see it was seven fifteen. That meant it was a decent time to leave for school, even though it didn't even start until eight. I just needed to be out of the house, and away from myself. I checked my schedule again. It's the first day of my senior year, and I'm everything but excited. I looked at the schedule. All of my teachers suck, but my fifth period Music class was going to by far be the worst. I had Mr. Chuckina, and he was by far the worst teacher ever. In our "progressive" music class, they were supposed to work with us to play real instruments, like guitars and drums. But Mr. Chuckina couldn't stand how I played my guitar. So I went to the advanced class, and the evil man he turned out to be, decided to teach that one too. He takes the fun out of music.
I walked out the front door, grabbing my book bag on the way. I remembered the good ole' days when I used to skateboard to school, but now that I had a car, I didn't have to do that anymore. I walked to the side of my car, staring hard at myself, using it as a mirror. Long khaki shorts, polo shirt, converse, same old me. I got in the car and drove to school, almost crashing at least three times on the way. I guess I wanted to avoid school so bad, I was willing to cause an accident. I just didn't want to have to deal with the same old friends, the same old teachers, the same old building.
Whether I liked it or not, I soon arrived at the school. I parked in my assigned spot, went to my assigned locker, went to homeroom to sit in my assigned seat. I could tell it was going to be another fun packed year at the high school.
I slogged through my first four periods, wondering what I was thinking when I set up my schedule. AP Bio, AP Math, Spanish III and Critical Thinking all before lunch? I thanked God real quick for making Music classes, (even though he messed up on teachers) took a deep breath, and set my shoulders for another Hellish year of Chuckina.
But, when I walked in, Chuckina was nowhere to be seen, which was odd, because he made it a point to be early for every class. Not that I was complaining, every Chuckina free minute would be a good one. I looked around the room, trying to see if this class was a good one. I said hi to Oliver Oaken, a friend of mine since I was like five, even though he was a total dog. I looked to my other side and saw Matt and Jake talking, probably about football or girls. Matt saw me looking and waved, and Jake, who turned to see who Matt was looking at, gave me that weird casual nod guys do. I gave him one back. I saw Jackson Stewart hanging out in the back of the class, and I figured this would be a pretty good one. There were less than fifteen kids in the class, and a pretty good group of them were my friends. Until Amber and Ashley walked in.
"Ew. What's that smell?" Ashley said loudly.
"Oh, it's nothing. Just that Truscott loser." Amber replied.
They both giggled, touched their fingers together and went 'Oooohh,' before walking to the back of the room to find seats. I scoffed. I never thought them to be hilarious, but something told me I just might be switching out of this class because of them.
Finally, the bell rang, and, just in time, the teacher backed in. "Sorry I'm late class." She said. "I was a little lost…" She laughed, talking to the door, as she closed it. "That sounds like some lame excuse." Then, she turned around.
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I hope you liked that so far, Review please, give me any ideas you may have for this story, because right now, I have nothing. Just making it up as I go along. = D