~Massie Block P.O.V~
The school was pushy. Yes, that's what I meant to say, pushy. Everyone at BOCD seemed to be in a huge rush, and it was annoying. My first day and and I was already being shoved by the people I didn't even know. It was different, to say the least.
"Alright, first day, you're ready, and I am too" William, my father said, bluetooth in ear, and muffin in hand. "Yeah dad" I said, pushing around the pieces of muffin on my plate. I yawned and looked over at my mother, Kendra. She was doing almost the same thing as I was, but she had a single strawberry, sliding around the white china. "Oh honey, you are going to have such a great time with all the new friends, and activities" Kendra squealed. I shrugged, lifting a small peice of muffin to my dainty mouth, and letting it drop back onto the plate. "Alright, I'll see you two later" William replied, kissing me and Kendra on the cheek. "Bye dad" I said, although he was already out the door.
A horn honked from outside, causing me to lift my head. "Oh, thats Isaac, are you ready for school?" Kendra asked. I gave a slight nod, and she gave me a tight hug. "Please, try to fit in this time" she whispered. "I will" I said quietly, before padding out the door. Isaac stood by the Ranger Rover, and a smile was spread across his face. "Hi" I said, fixing the strap on my bag. "Hello Ms. Block" He gave a slight nod. He opened the door and I slid in. We passed rows apon rows of large house, and mansions, much like my own, until we found BOCD.
The large school was different then my last. My last school was large, but this was incredable. I waved goodbye to Isaac, and walked up the steps leading to a large brown lobby. I wasn't sure what to do. "Excuse me" I said reaching out to a blonde haired girl, with bright blue eyes "Yes?" She said turning towards me. "Hi, um, I'm new here..." I trailed off to see her amused face. Her friends, one red haired, another with dark hair, and a blonde, seemed to be less friendly. "You look new, want us to show you around?" The blue eyed blonde asked. "That would be nice, thanks" I smiled, trying to match her sweetness. "I'm Claire, this is Dylan, this is Alicia, and this is Kristen" Claire said, pointing to each of her friends. "Nice to meet you" I nodded.
A black haired boy came up behind Claire, and covered her eyes with his hands. "Guess who" He smiled, his blue eye, and his green eye shining. "Ca-am" Claire giggled, turning to hug him. They kissed quickly, and a boy who had been standing beside him grimaced. "Get a room" He rolled his eyes, and his blonde hair shook as he walked over to the machiene that looked ATM. He punched in a code, and it spat out a white paper. I cocked my head to the side ever so slightly, and Alicia giggled. "That's Derrick Harrington, but the girls call him Derrington" She whispered "And the guys surrounding him are Josh,Kemp, and Plovert, his three friends. Just so you know, Josh, Kemp, and Cam are taken. So no flirting with them" she smiled. "Okay, thanks" I smiled back. "No problem" Alicia said before linking arms with me "C'mon".
She dragged me towards the supossed ATM machienes. "What are these, exactly?" I asked, slightly worried. "These are where you get your class schedule and BOCD student I.D card" Alicia went on as she popped in her name and a code, and the machiene spat out her paper with her name and classes on it, along with a shiny card that I thought was her I.D. card. "Alright" Alicia said, looking down at her papers "your turn". I took the small peice of paper out of the back pocket of my Sevens jeans. I punched the code into the ATM, and it gave me my classes. "Art with Vince..?" I asked, slowly. "Oh, I have that" Kristen finally piped up. "Me too" Dylan giggled. "We have tennis together" Alicia said, "See you then" she waved and was off.
Kristen pulled me down the hall. Dylan trudged behind us. We came across a brightly lit white room, and stepped inside. The room was cluttered with people, only a few easel's were left, and fortunatly, there were three next to each other. We snuck behind them, trying to se the middle of the classroom where the teacher stood. "Hello class, I am Vince, your new art teacher" Vince's voice boomed in the open room, echoing of the walls "Most of you have had me before, some of you have not". He clapped his hands together once and unveiled a blank portrait. "Yes, it is blank" He nodded slightly "I want you to paint what you feel, raw emotions at best" Vince smiled slightly. "Now get started" he practically shouted at his students.
I jumped slightly, his voice startled me. I heard people around the room whispering, but it didn't affect me much. I just picked up my paintbrush, and painted the first thing that came to mind. I wasn't a perfect artist, but my old teachers told me I had a talent. I had been painting since kindergarten. Of course back then it was all flowers and fingerpaint, now it was serious. I would wake up every morning, and my dreams would give me a picture. My parents had gotten me an easel for my tenth birthday, and every morning when I had the picture, would paint. It was simple for me. But of course, I'm me. I'm not normal, and i'm not abnormal. I'm just, in the middle.
~Derricks P.O.V~
"Dude, new girl's hot" Kemp gave me a shove. "I'd do her" Plovert smirked. "Stop being dicks guys" I mumbled. I don't know why, but as soon as these guys turned fifteen, life turned into sports and sex for them. I don't understand how, it just did. I looked over at Josh, and as I thought, he happened to be texting Alicia. I rolled my eyes and focused on the hall before me. If I was late for geography all the time this year too, I would probably flunk it. "What's your problem?" Plovert asked, still pushing Kemp, and giggling like an idiot. "You guys just act like douche bags all the time, and it's pissing me off" I said, finding the room number. "Well gee, thanks" Plovert rolled his eyes. "See ya after whatever it is you do in Ms. Airfelds class" Kemp walked away with Plovert, and Josh and I walked into Ms. Airfeilds class.
"Hey, you're actually on time Mr. Harrington" Ms. Airfeild said, snarkily. "I'm making an effort for the good of my sports career" I mumbled, taking a seat. She began to ramble on about something about fractions, and I kept thinking about the new girl. What was her name? Marcie? Marcy? Oh, Massie. Yeah, thats it. Her light brown hair, and stunning amber eyes. They burned there image into my mind, and I couldn't figure out if that was a good thing or a bad thing.