~Macey~

I wasn't really that sure what starting high school would be like. I mean, I literally felt like I wouldn't know anyone. Even though I'd recognize a lot of the people from elementary or junior high, my new school would be huge! (And last time I checked, 4000+ kids in one place for eight hours a day was definitely not small.)

I definitely wasn't scared about the classes—I knew how to handle myself. But I couldn't help but wonder what the people would be like. What if the people went all Mean Girls on my ass? What if I ended up eating lunch alone in the bathroom? Or what if I tripped? Or what if I got lost?

To say I was nervous would be the understatement of the century. I was about to throw up.

As I walked to my first period class, I was completely freaked out. And I obviously had no piece of common sense in my brain at the time.

I sat down in a random seat, and my new first period teacher began to lecture us about how much she loves freshmen. Like cool story bro. Tell it again. None of us care. All I want in life is to go home and cry. Now be quiet before I flip a bitch.

I could feel my stomach turning. Acid started rising up my throat. I had totally skipped breakfast, but I felt it coming. My mouth filled with vomit. I ran from the room.


Tears filled my eyes as I sat on the floor of the F Building bathroom. I turned to throw up into the toilet again, and wiped off my face.

This sucks.

I pulled out my cell phone. I'd gotten a bunch of messages from some of my older friends that morning saying things like "don't worry, freshie!" and "you'll love it!"

But right now, I was totally worrying and I honestly hated it. I seriously don't think I could have humiliated myself anymore than that.

Really. People are probably be chanting "barf girl, barf girl, barf girl" until the day I die.

I noticed a text from my cousin. He was two years older than me. We had always been really close, telling each other everything and giving tons of advice.

His message read: How is everything? :)

I replied: Well how do you think? I'm lying on the bathroom floor puking my guts out.

With that, I stood and went towards the sink, wiping the tears out of my eyes and running my fingers through my hair, putting on my strong face.

I took a deep breath, and spun on my heel.

No one could mess with Macey McHenry.


Aside from the fact that I was already emotionally distraught from the morning's uneventful happenings I still had an entire day ahead of me. So a snuggled up next to my desk partner. Thankfully, no one had even known why I had mysteriously disappeared. (They probably thought I was just bored a'f and decided to make a dramatic exit.) And similarly, no one had even cared why I had mysteriously disappeared. Which was lucky on my part.

Besides being emotionally trampled upon, there was another high point in my day. And that high point was Biology.

Now I know what you're thinking, "Ew, that ghastly subject?" (Because that's what everyone thinks. And yeah the subject was actually that bad. But that's another story.)

As they (who "they" are is a mystery to me) say, "It's not where you are, it's who you're with."

I would definitely say that that is a wonderful way to describe the biology classes of a public high school.

I'm just gonna get to the point.

I ended up in the ultra super intensely ghetto biology class.

Lucky, lucky me.

I'm not really into the ghetto thing. You know, when people talk in their "real" (we all know they're fake) "ghetto" accents, It mainly just sounds like the sounds of a chattering annoying bird in the back of my head. This bird of the chattering and annoying kind, sort of makes me wanna break into my daddy's gun cabinet and go "hunting" (if you know what I mean). But since murder is illegal (even though Cam would totally help me hide the bodies) I chose to refrain myself and breathe a sigh of relief when the bell rang and that class was over.


Fifth period wasn't much better than first. This was because that this class was composed of the most of the same people. When I saw some girl staring at me, I looked away fast. I could totally hear her whispering. Like I wasn't sitting five feet away and couldn't hear what she was saying.

"See that girl right there?" she whispered to her "friends" (but why any person would want to be friends with her, I have no idea.) "She totally like sprinted out of the room this morning. Five bucks she threw up."

Let's just say that Macey McHenry didn't start high school with the highest sense of confidence.


AN: Hey guys! It's totally great to be writing this prequel! I'm honestly stoked ;) Who's chapter would you like to see next? I'm totally open for ideas :D

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My first day of high school really did suck, huh? :(
xoxox

~m