Okay, this is my first story so try not to be too brutal on the reviews. Although criticism would be great. Also, if someone could just tell me what a beta reader is, either by private message or in the reviews, that would rock. And feel free to say that this is god-awful and I should stop writing immediately. Thanks for even reading this
-Little Miss Wicked ;~)
Harper's P.O.V.
Monday
Walking into my new school, I braced myself. Degrassi was a small school, but somehow I knew that news traveled fast there. A couple of girls in cheerleading uniforms were hanging in the door way. They all seemed to look up to one girl with bright blonde hair. She was practically clinging to a guy wearing a knit hat and carrying a skate board. They were those kind of people that think the world revolves around them. It was obvious to me. Not too long ago, I was like them.
I kept walking, heading straight down the hall. My eyes stayed on the floor most of the time. I was late and it as nearly time for 4th period. The halls were packed with students who'd been let out early. No one spoke to me until I got to my locker. "Hi, I'm Clare Edwards. You must be Harper Embry? I have the locker next to yours."
"Uh, yeah. Hi. "
Clare was grinning like a nut job. She had short wavy hair and pale skin. A dark, Indian girl stood next to her, absorbed with her cell phone. "Nice to meet you. This is Alli, my best friend."
Alli raised her hand in a limp wave. I nodded at Alli and Clare offered a weak smile as Alli turned back to her phone. But seconds later, her eyes shot up, gazing past my shoulders. A boy was waving at her, holding a cell phone in his other hand. Alli smiled. "Bye, Clare! Nice meeting you, Harper." she cried before rushing towards him.
I looked at Clare, who was staring in another direction. I turned and saw a boy with black hair, black jeans and black everything walking towards us, followed by another boy in relatively plain, normal clothes. "Hey, Clare." he smirked.
"Eli. How's your English assignment coming?"
"Fine. Who's your friend?" he asked, finally noticing me. His eyes were so green, I couldn't stop staring at them.
"Hi, I'm Harper. Eli, right? And you are-?" I asked the other guy. His head shot up when he realized I was talking to him. He had a sweet-looking, round face. There was something different about him. I just couldn't place it.
"I'm Adam." he said, his gaze dropping back to the floor.
Clare looked to Eli, who just shrugged his shoulders. "Uh, Adam's kinda new, too. Maybe he could show you around. Okay? Well, come on, Clare, we have to see Dawes before homeroom."
"So, what's your first class?" I ask Adam, hoping to spark up some form of conversation.
"Art. Room 102."
"Me too! Do you have 4th period lunch or 5th? I have 5th."
"5th. So do Clare and Eli." he replied much friendlier than before. "You should sit with us. So then I won't have to be the third wheel anymore."
"Sure. That'll be fun. I really hated my old school. The people weren't so…nice." I say, silently adding "myself included". I wish I could be honest, but I want Adam to like me. I want everyone to like me. It's one of my biggest flaws.
"Oh. Well, we should get going to art." he offered.
"Okay. Lead the way, captain."