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Second Chapter! Yay! I'm so excited! Please review! But no flaming! Be nice, kay? This is my first story and I worked really hard on it!
Greta Kristy Franchesca Williamson-Ferguson woke up that morning screaming. Partly in pain from the heavy suitcase Karen threw at her and partly because of her nightmare. It was always the same one.
"There's…there's so much blue. WHY DOES THE CLOWN HAVE TO PAINT ME BLUE?" She started sobbing uncontrollably, tears flowing out of her bright blue eyes.
"SHUT UP!" Karen yelled, aiming another suitcase at her. She was able to duck this time.
Greta Kristy checked her phone. It was about time she got up anyway. She removed most of her clothes, leaving only her bra and underwear on, before she dove into the pool. She stayed close to the drain as she shampooed her hair so it would drain away quickly. She did the same for when she was conditioning it and washing her body. When she was done she grabbed a towel she found lying on one of the chairs and wrapped it around herself.
It was early in the morning and quite cold, so she slid the undergarments off and stuffed them quickly into her bag. With the towel wrapped tightly around her, she brushed out her long, boring red hair. It was just straight, nothing fun about it. It wasn't shiny or sleek like the women from the shampoo commercials, just dull, boring red.
With her hair burshed, she got dressed. Her clothes were the ones they managed to swipe from garage sales and out of peoples luggage at the airport. She put on the shirt Karen got for her from a Israeli woman at the airport. She had fallen asleep before the plane was boarding, and since she was so old she couldn't hear them rummaging through her things.
It was an oversized green shirt with some weird looking patterns at the top and dangly things at the bottom. Karen also managed to grab a weird scarf-thing so she used it as a belt. Her jeans were some skinny jeans that a woman had grown out of and was selling at a garage sale. Karen had distracted her by pretending to want to buy an old kukoo clock while Great Kristy stuffed them down her overalls they had taken from a farmer.
When she looked at her reflection in the back door, it was apparent the shirt was much to baggy for the jeans. She may not have the best clothes, but she understood basic fashion. She pulled the shirt back and used a hair tie to secure it, like she had seen girls do at a car wash once.
When she looked in the reflection again, she wasn't very pleased with what she saw. Mostly because the owner of the house was pressed against the door and drooling at her like a golden retriever, but partly because the outfit did not suit her at all!
She ran back to the tool shed, trying to pretend she couldn't hear his moans.
"The owner's really weird!" She told Karen as soon as she was inside, "He was drooling and shaking and moaning and it was really creepy!"
"Oh my god he's having a seizure!" She screamed. She ran into the main house and called 9-1-1. The paramedics arrived and injected him with something. He stopped foaming after that.
"If it happens again just call me." The paramedic said, just a little to nicely. Great Kristy didn't notice it of course, so she smiled happily and told him she definitely would.
"Greta Kristy Franchesca Williamson-Ferguson!" Karen yelled, "You are going to be late for school!"
"You're right!" She threw on the shoes she stole from a homeless man and ran off to school. It was only a few blocks away, she made it in about 45 minutes.
Greta Kristy went to the front office. She felt really bad because all the guys kept wolf whistling at the girls around her. She knew she wasn't pretty but they didn't have to rub it in!
The lady at the office handed her a piece of paper with her schedule on it. "I'd welcome you better but class is about to start. Your class is down the hall to the right. Room 304."
"Th-thanks." I stammered. I was so nervous.
"You'll do great! Hurry now, you wouldn't want to be late on your first day."
Greta Kristy became about 7 times more nervous when she said this. What if she was late to her first class? People would think she's a delinquent who smokes and sleeps with random strangers! Oh no!
She all but ran to her first class. Never mind that, she did run. As fast as she could. She paused outside the door to catch her breath, she didn't want her classmates to know she had been running.
She opened the door and stood there awkwardly.
"Ah, you must be our new student." The teacher said. "Greta Kristy Franchesca Williamson-Ferguson, right?"
"You can just call me Greta Kristy."
"Okay then." He looked a bit confused, probably wondering why she didn't use Greta Kristy Franchesca. Well, she liked Greta Kristy better, it had a nicer ring to it.
"Yes, well. Take a seat in the back." He gestured to a place next to the hottest boy in class. She turned red and walked to the back.
She heard a lot of the boys (and maybe a few female students) say that she was hot. She was once again sad knowing that they were talking about the other new student. She had heard a lot of people say she was super hot. It was even worse knowing the girl had red hair and blue eyes. Why did a better version of herself have to move here at the same time she did? Now everyone would just be comparing them.
"Hi, I'm Greta Kristy Franchesca Williamson-Ferguson. But you can call me Greta Kristy." She told the boy next to her.
He looked utterly disgusted before he jumped out the window. Right through the glass too.
"Don't worry about him." A pale girl with long brown hair said. "He's just weird like that. I'm Bella Swan."
"Greta Kristy Franchesca Williamson-Ferguson." They shook hands.
The next class was very similar. The boy she sat next to, Jasper I think his name was, was also incredibly cute and both he and a pretty girl named Alice jumped out the window the second she walked into the room.
"Yeah, they're weird too."
Her next class was P.E. They were playing soccer.
After having a panic attack and screaming about her parents death after seeing the soccer ball, she decided to put it behind her and play.
Someone passed her the ball, she attempted to kick it. It flew across the field, over the fence, and landed in the middle of the street.
"I got it." Bella Swan said, seeing as she was closest. She jogged over to it and bent down to pick it up.
"BELLA WATCH OUT!" Someone screamed, but it was too late. The 18 wheeler ran over her, leaving her stuck, dead, to the grill.
"Hi Greta Kristy!" Karen yelled out of the window, waving happily.
"KAREN!" She yelled back.
"Greta Kristy!"
"Karen!"
"Greta Kristy!"
"Call an ambulance!" Someone screamed, interrupting her.
"What for?" Karen asked as she got out of the car. "Oh!" She said, spotting the girl on the grill of her car. "No need. She's dead." Karen expertly scrapped her off the grill, and Greta Kristy admired her ease and skill.
"NOOOOOOOO!" Two people yelled as they both ran out into the street.
"Bella!" They both yelled.
Greta Kristy walked up to them and gently patted their backs. One of the boys, Edward, had a very cold back. The other, a huge Indian boy with a cool tattoo and no shirt, had a very warm back. The Indian boy must've been running.
"It's okay." She said, patting them soothingly. She did this to calm her dog down when she was getting her shots, so she figured it would work on them.
"No it's not!" The Indian boy cried, "It's not! Bella's dead! What do we do now-oooh." He looked at her for the first time. "I'm Jacob." He said coolly, letting go of Bella's arm and leaving Edward by himself.
"I'm Greta Kristy Franchesca Williamson-Ferguson. But you can call me Greta Kristy." They shook hands. He was hot, not just temperature wise.
"It's nice to meet you. I love you."
"Wh..what?"
"I love you Greta Kristy! I love you more than anything!"
"No way! I love her the most!" Edward yelled, jumping up. He had managed to unclip the bracelet had had given her. "I wanted to give you this."
"That's so sweet." She wiped the blood off the heart.
"I love her more!"
"No I do!"
They got into a glove-slapping fight and Greta Kristy decided to go home.
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