I've never been very good at math.

But I've never been BAD at it. It's just confusing sometimes. This year, though, I haven't even gotten over a seventy five average. I don't think its the algebra that's hard, I think it's my teacher. She doesn't teach very well. Which is mildly depressing since I do like her as a person, just not as a teacher.

Although, if she didn't suck at her job, I never would have gone to this stupid extra help class. And if I never went, well, you wouldn't be reading this story.

So with that said, lets go back to the start of freshman year...

I walk through the large front doors of the high school with many other kids, some that I know most that I don't. The teachers standing just inside are the assistant principle, Mr./coach Hudson, and the old elementary principle who has now been moved here, Mr. Faxton.

They direct the freshman to their assigned wing of the school, and give them their homeroom number incase they were that one guy who never cares to remember anything. I walk up the stairs with the other freshman looking for any of my friends. I see a handful but no one worth shoving my way across the crowd for. I'm currently surrounded by the smelly kids, either the ones that smell like body order or the ones that smell like weed and cigs.

There are five different categories to be in at this school, the Smellys, who are just gross and always smell weird, The Barbie's, who think they're perfect and rich, The Jocks who think they can say whatever they want to whoever they want, The Hicks who goof around and set crap on fire, The Cool Drugies who are pretty much the bad boys and the fake party girls, and lastly, The Randos. These are the closest thing you can find to normal in this school. I'm considered a Rando. We are mostly smart people but there's a few exceptions, such as myself. I appreciate them being nice, but I feel like I don't qualify as any one of these categories.

I suffer through the smells until I can escape into my homeroom. There are only six kids in here, Chloe Schnooder, a Smelly, Mindy Parsons, another Smelly, Skylar Madison, a Barbie, A.J. A Cool Druggie, Miley Test, A Rando, and Blake Seger, another Smelly.

Great.

Doesn't help that Skylar hates my guts for no good reason and A.J. is my ex. We broke up at the beginning of last April which suddenly doesn't seen like that long ago. I try to hide my face with my long brown hair before he can see me. I thank God that I slip by while he talks with Skylar.

I sit next to the only other Rando, Miley. She glances up from her phone and smiles, "Hey, Alice." She says. I Smile back giving a shy, "Hey." Before dropping my bag and sitting on top of the desk.

Then SHE walks in. The girl who will make my whole life turn upside down, inside out and painted all the colors of the spectrum.

Kristin Snider.

This is just a short story I wrote based on my life but also crossed over with Keeper of the Lost Cities. Most of the stuff in here is based off of real life but there are a lot of things that are made up, such as almost all of the characters. I started this as kind of a diary then I decided to put a little twist on it and make it cooler. So I hope you like these chapters and my short story!