Last Time On, "Life Sucks, Doesn't It?"…………

And that was just Canada. What about here? They probably stuff girls' heads down the toilet and wear skimpy bunny outfits at parties...Replaying scenes from, "Mean Girls," in my head I fell fast asleep, slept through the much anticipated dinner, not knowing what the next day held in store for me...

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I woke up to the sound of the wind howling outside my window and my sister's annoying whining. I rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom grabbing my towel and other necessities needed for taking a shower. After my shower I looked through my closet and decided to wear my plaid hoodie and black skinny jeans, tied my hair into a loose bun at the top of my head, left my bangs the way they were and headed downstairs to have the heart to heart that was expected from mom in the kitchen. As expected mom started straight away. Let's get this over with……

"Listen Natalie…" my mom started using her," I'm your mother and I care," voice. "I know your upset we had to leave abruptly but this is a really good opportunity for not only me but you and your sister. I promise that I'll try my best in giving you what you need which is one of the reasons as to why I came here in the first place." She leaned against the counter and looked at me closely. "I'm sorry Nat but I need you please try to go through with this, please?"

I grunted letting her know I had listened and said yes. I am so not a morning person. "Can we go now?" Kaitlyn asked running up to us. I replied by getting up, hanging the strap of my polka dotted backpack over my shoulder and grabbing an apple, I headed towards the door, putting on my converse. All three of us got into our black ford truck and I was driven off to my doom…

"OH MY GOSH…" I gasped looking up at the school. It was huge! I looked at my mom disbelievingly.

"I tooold you it was big," said my sister every syllable she spoke singing, "I told you so! I told you so!" How the hell am I going to be able to find my way to my classes through that?

"Mom, how-what-never mind," I said sighing. I'll manage, I always do. "I'll see you guys later," I told them, kissing mom on the cheek while getting out of the truck and heading towards the front entrance of the school. "I'll pick you up after school," called mom. I waved my hand behind my head without looking back, in acknowledgement. Going through the front entrance I headed towards my councilors office to get my schedule and see my way around the school. Immediately I notice how everyone was packed in large groups, aw come on! Don't tell me they actually have those retarded cliques! Nope, they have cliques alright…… I thought looking at the group of kids wearing nothing but black with odd colored hair and silver assortments of jewelry all over their bodies. I hate the typical groups, anybody ever hear about breaking through stereotypes?

I walked through the councilor's office and headed towards the door with the nameplate that said Mr. Morgan and before I was able to knock on the door it was opened and a large African American man grinned ear to ear at me. "Hi," I said grinning back. Yay someone who's nice.

"Hi," I said walking in. "I'm the new student." He sat down and gestured toward the chair across from his desk. As I sat down he said, "Yes, Welcome to Davidson High. We don't often get new students here, Ms……Natalie Roy?" I nodded my head in response, smiling. Yup, that's me. "I hope you don't mind me giving you a tour of the school and introducing you to your teachers would you? By the way I'm Mr. Morgan." He asked.

"Actually I was hoping you would give me a tour, I can't imagine how I'd be able to find my way to classes…." I gave him my innocent I'm the best student smile. I'm good with parents and teachers-like really good. My friend Sandeeps mom hated just about everyone her daughter hung out with, well that was before I came along. She practically pushed Sandeep out the door whenever I asked her if she could come to my house or if we could hang out. I mentally snorted, parents. Don't get me wrong I get along with parent's and teacher's all the time, heck I'm friends with some of these people, but sometimes they can be so……predictable.

"Shall we get started?" Mr. Morgan asked. Oops, shouldn't have zoned out like that, I could feel the smirk that was on my face. I quickly changed my expression getting out of my seat. "Yes please."

We headed out of the office and walked through the hallways as he showed me all my classes while I looked at the schedule he had given right before we left his office. Shit! Gym, aw man! Why is it that I have to go to the 3 floor come all the way down and all the way back up again just for a stupid Science class?! Aww! And I have all the hard classes this semester! Psh, who needs French, English, and Gym? Like I'm going to be running around a track as a 65 year old…..

"Alright now that you know where your classes are I'll let you just wander and see the rest of the school on your own but make sure you get to class on time, ok?" He smiled down at me. I nodded thanking him. "You'll really like it here Natalie," he waved his hand in the air walking off. I waved back smiling. Nice guy…… I walked down the long hallway at the front of the building just looking around. The girls looked exactly like the girls from my old school. The occasional normal girl, thank god there's someone normal here. Wanna-Be's, "cool girls," ect.ect. I walked past the many hallways that branched off through the main hallway occasionally glancing into them I slowly walked—WHOA!! Baaack up! Walking backwards I looked through the hallway and OMG those are the HOTTEST guys I have ever seen!! My eyes probably looked like big owl eyes and since I was to busy ogling I wasn't able to see the girl who was in front of me tying her shoe laces which is why I was now sprawled over the poor girl. "Oh my god, I am so sorry!" I said to the short girl pulling her to her feet, my cheeks blushing crimson. I probably traumatized her for the rest of her life! My friggin chest was shoved in her face! Ugh, why oh why of all days do I have to embarrass myself?!

"No problem happens all the time," dang she sounded pissed…I looked at her closely, she was pretty, she was short but had a cute air to her, and here eyes, they were so big! The one that I always envied they were big and green which at the moment were looking really annoyed, it didn't help that I was staring.

"Listen, I'm so sorry I'm just new here—and I wasn't watching where I was going—and I saw this really cute—" I clamped my mouth shut. I did not just say that! The anger that had previously preoccupied her eyes replaced with amusement as she spoke,

"It's alright really, no harm done, so you're new here?" She asked while I helped her pick up her back pack and the textbooks that now lay on the floor. "Unfortunately, yes," I muttered. She looked up at me her face puzzled, I laughed at the expression on her face.

"I just came from Toronto Ontario," her face looked blank so I added, "in Canada, where the caribou live." Her mouth turned into an "O" I smiled. "What grade are you in?" I asked her.

"Freshman, first year. But I've been here since I was born. When did you get here?"

"Few days ago, by the way I'm Natalie" I replied.

"Rachel, wow that was quick, just a few days?" she asked,

"Yup, my mom wanted me to start as soon as possible," I said rolling my eyes.

"I probably wouldn't be able to come to school for at least a week!" she exclaimed.

"Ya but I don't want to miss anymore classes than I already have, although I probably would have been able to catch up," I told her smiling. I was just about to add something until someone bumped into me, causing me to nearly fall over again. Dang! I can't seem to get a break at all today! Flapping my arms in the air like a bird I tried to catch my balance when miraculously I felt a pair of arms close around my waist steadying me. Breathing in a sigh of relief I turned around to thank my savior. But what I didn't expect to see was a guy who looked quite similar to Michael Jackson, Michael Jackson?! "AAAHHH!" I screeched, quickly walking backwards trying to get away from him which wasn't successful since I slipped and fell to the floor, landing on my butt, with a loud thump. Hearing shouts of laughter I look up at Michael Jackson seeing that he was the one laughing. Wow, he really is crazy; I wonder how much money Peoples Magazine would pay me if I tell them that now he's scaring freshman girls in high schools…… I was brought out of my thinking when-my eyes widening in horror- Michael Jackson began to remove his face with one hand, as if he was peeling his plastic skin off, walking towards me slowly, his hand out in front of him as if he was trying to reach out to me. I screamed in terror throwing my arms over my head and screamed even harder when I felt hands on my forearms. The hands pulled my arms away from my face and was about to let out another scream except it caught into my throat when I saw that some guy, heck a really cute guy, was laughing down at me so hard that I thought he was going to start crying any second that's how hard he was laughing.

"YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN YOUR FACE!" He practically looked like he was about to fall from laughing so hard, he almost sounded hysterical. Helping me up he grabbed my hands pulling me to my feet, I stifled a gasp, his hands were so cold! Ignoring the feeling of ice on my skin I tried to control my anger, impatiently waiting until he calmed down, tapping my foot in annoyance I crossed my hands over my chest looking at him blankly. He seemed to notice that I hadn't spoken yet and stopped laughing, I noticed a group of guys settled behind him also doubled over in laughter and notice Rachel just behind the so called, "Michael Jackson," person, a look of disgust on her face. I couldn't hold back any longer and pretty much blew up at him.

"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! YOU FRIGGIN IDIOT! YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS LAUGH?! NOT ONLY DID YOU JUST GIVE ME THE BIGGEST SCARE OF MY LIFE, BUT YOU PROBABLY GAVE ME A BRUISE THE SIZE OF TEXAS ON MY ASS!! YOU INCONSIDERATE, LOW-LIFE, BASTARD!!" I nearly slapped him bringing my hand up to his face but he caught it quickly. Shit that was quick! My eyes widening just a tad, I tugged my hand out of his firm grasp-breathing hard, face flushed-spun around, grabbed my back pack off the ground where it had fallen and briskly walked off in a huff. Not to quickly though, I didn't want to fall again. Which is probably why Rachel was able to catch up to me.

"Are you okay?" She asked, she sounded concerned. Too bad I didn't give a rat's ass at the moment.

"Do I look or sound okay to you?!" I pretty much snarled at her. But I stopped immediately after I realized I was being rude to the only person I knew here, who was being really nice to me considering I nearly gave her a concussion earlier. Turning to her I apologized, "Sorry Rachel, guys are just jerks sometimes," I tried not to glare since it wasn't her fault that the, "inconsiderate, low-life, bastard," was so stupid.

"It's okay I understand. Guy's are so dumb," she looked at me sympathetically.

"Ya and they always tend to be dumb towards me," I said rolling my eyes, anger slowly draining out of me, not annoyance though, I would probably slap him a few times across the face if I could. Which reminded me of the time I kicked my best friend in the nuts because I was being," taught," how to be mean. Don't ask.

"What's your first class?" she asked me. "I have English."

"Uhhhh, I have," I quickly looked through my schedule. I can be so forgetful, I just checked before looking through the school. "English as well, with some guy named Mr. Ross," I told her looking up when she squealed raising an eyebrow. "ME TOO!!" I laughed hooking my arm through hers, and walked up to the third floor to meet our teacher.

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Woot! Woot! Second chapter is done! Sorry it took so long I wanted it to make it longer and wasn't sure about what I should do in it.First of all I'd like to say I have nothing against Michael Jackson he is a GREAT musician, one of my favorites.Not so sure about how he is as a person. If anyone ever has ideas on how I should continue the story let me know, I'll try my best in adding it to the story, feedback is always appreciated and thank you for reading!!

-iluvmybackpack