Why does life always have to hit you when you feel down? Everyone attacks you for no apparent reason, just because you either look different, have different hobbies or interests, or the things you do. It's totally unfair, I come from experience. And that's exactly what happened today.
Days passed and my mom and I have already moved our things to our new home. It was just a matter of time before I had to go into my new school. My mom picked one of the "good" schools here. Great. I'm going to be in a room full of smart people. Ugh. But it was actually the opposite; I was in a room full of dumbasses that think they're smarter than everyone else but probably don't even know how to spell Revolution. It all started this morning.
I walk into this school that looks so much like a university. It even has an elevator! It's actually really cool. I walk around trying to find my way to the office. I pass by a classroom who has lanterns outside its door and has pictures of dragons on it. They were the color red and seemed to have candles in them. Coo-
"Sorry!" I scream as I fall down making books and papers fly to the ground.
"It's ok." A guy with blonde and hazel eyes says. He was kind of cute. I help him pick up the rest of his books and hand it back to him.
"Um. You okay?" He asked.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry." I say.
"I haven't seen you around here. You must be a new student. Need help finding your way around?" He asks while grabbing my schedule.
"Yeah, sure. My name is Ivy by the way. Ivy Kentwell." I smirk a bit. I hate saying my last name. It was just so unique or random. Like you never see a person with the last name of Ivy Kentwell, do you?
"Oh, nice to meet you Ivy. My name is Brandon Torre." He says while looking at me than back to my schedule. "Well, it looks like you have Biology first, just like me. Come on, follow me, it's this way."
As we make our way to the Biology room, I look around. I see all these new faces which I'm probably going to be seeing for the rest of the year. The classrooms were huge and I just want to get in the elevator, but it seems it's only used for Special Ed or kids with injuries. I feel like such an alien, all these kids seem like they have a talent or something special about them and I'm just here like, I love food!
"Here we are. Room 212. The Biology room." Brandon says as he opens the door for me.
"Ha. Thanks." I say as I slightly bow down to him and go in. I stop walking when everyone gets a sight of me. I HATE getting all the attention. I suddenly start to sweat, everyone was staring at me. But one girls glare got my attention. She was a blonde and her hair was curly. She had blue eyes, which made her look different than the other blondies. She was surrounded by a group of kids. They seemed to be the popular kids, as most of the girls were looking at their mirrors and putting on lip gloss or any kind of other make-up. The guys in the group were just sitting there, looking at the walls or ceiling. Some were talking about sports or how the cheerleaders looked hot in their uniforms. It made me sick. I hated being around the cool kids. They were just so cruel to everyone around them and it made my blood boil just thinking about them.
I whisper a 'thank you' to Brandon and look for an empty seat. After a few minutes walking around in circles I find a seat as far away from the populars as possible. I sit next to a brunette girl that had green eyes. That was a bit weird mix, if I do so say myself. I haven't really seen many brunette girls with green eyes before. But it did suit her, she was very pretty. She must have noticed me staring because she spoke up.
"Um hi." She spoke up a bit awkwardly.
"Hi." I respond. I didn't know why I didn't stop myself. "My name is Ivy Kentwell. I'm new." No, no, no, no, no. I didn't want any friends. I would just push them away. I was always stubborn and to everyone I met, I was rude. But not today. Today, I was determined to at least try to act nice for once. But I thought I would've have just said I simple hello and moved on. But no. I just had to start making up conversation.
"Nice to meet you, Ivy. My name is Jo Rodriguez. That guy over there is my bud, Max Guerro." She answered with a small smile. She seemed nice, someone that I wouldn't really make pleasant company with.
"Oh cool." I murmur. I look around and see the boy Jo was pointing at, whose name was Max I believe.
"Hey Jo-jo. Who's this?" Max nods his head towards me with a wink. I scoff. Wow. My first day and I'm already being hit on by a guy I just met.
"This." I reply with a pause and pointing at myself. "Is Ivy Kentwell. Someone who would probably punch you in less than 5 seconds if you stop staring at her boobs." I say forming a fist under the table.
"Oh sorry Ivy Kentwell. Was I being rude? Anyway I'm Max." He says with a sarcastic tone and handing out his hand so I could shake it. I roll my eyes.
"I know who you are. And I would prefer if I didn't touch you, pervert. Thanks." I say with a smile. He rolls his eyes and sits down in the seat behind me.
"Hey. At least you've made two friends already" Jo says with a smile. I smile back, even though I wouldn't really consider Max my friend but I'll accept it.
Three. I look around the room trying to find Brandon and find him settled on a chair with the populars and an arm around the blonde girl that glared at me when I came in.
No. Brandon can't be- He won't be- He's already a? Then everything clicks in my head. The girl Brandon has his arm around is his girlfriend and she was mad at me for walking with her boyfriend. And then I look away from the group and look straight at the board with just one thought in my head.
Two. Brandon is a popular and not my friend. Just two friends.
Authors Note: Yes, yes. It is longer than the other previous chapters, but it is still a bit short. But hey! At least the chapters are getting longer. I promise you, these chapters will get wayyyy longer. I already had these 3 chapters saved on my computer for a long time now so i just did a few changes and uploaded them. But now that i will actually be writing the chapters again, i will be making them longer!
