Waking up was probably the hardest thing I ever did. I wanted to leave this reality and stay asleep forever. I never wanted to leave the girl with the red hair.
Tossing my legs onto the other side of the bed, I drowsily climbed out of bed and looked into the mirror. My hair was matted, and I had bags under my eyes. I felt sore. After taking a shower, I got changed into the clothes I wore the day before.
Creeping downstairs silently, I peek at the figure lying on the couch. Dad is either asleep or passed out, but I'm pretty sure it's the latter. I tiptoed to the front door, grabbed my book bag, and left the house.
I walked down the sidewalk. Our neighbors' cat hopped onto the curb and rubbed its head on my leg. I petted its soft head, ran down the sidewalk. School was only a few miles away, but I couldn't be late. Especially on the first day of school. Trying to keep in my heat, I wrapped my arms around my lithe body.
I got to school ten minutes until the bell rang. Opening my locker, I grabbed my books and slammed the door. I turned and saw a glimpse of something that sparked my attention. Red hair. She wasn't wearing a dress like a waterfall. She was wearing a red top, khaki capris, and sandals. She was looking in her locker's mirror, tying her hair into two pigtails. She then slid a flower into her hair, and closed the door of her locker. She walked to Calculus, my first period.
I walked through the door and saw a few teenagers already in the room. The first student was a girl with teal and black hair, cut into a bob. She had boots and a gothic outfit. The second was a small boy with glasses and a red hoodie. The last was a boy with glasses and curly red hair. His head was stuck in a DS. Zoey sat next to the gothic girl. I placed my books on the desk to Zoey's left and sat down. After five minutes, the students started piling into the classroom. A boy with dog tags and black hair sat on my other side. The small boy sat behind me, and the gamer sat next to him. Our teacher was a man with black hair and a cleft chin.
"Welcome students. I am Mr. McLean. And this is Calculus. Open your books." We groaned as we complied. At the end of the period, the bell rang. Everyone started a conversation as they left the room. Soon, it was only the Goth girl, the small boy, the gamer, Zoey, and I left. We gathered up our stuff and walked to the next class. We all had Literature for second period.
Third period was lunch. Everyone grabbed his or her lunch at sat down. There were only a few tables, so the popular kids reserved their seats. All the tables were filled before my "group" even got lunch. We all sat down on the floor next to the garbage can. We saw two people-a tomboy with a gray jumpsuit and blonde hair and a boy with black, buzz cut hair and gray eyes- meet at the same time on the last spot on the table. They arm-wrestled for the spot. The girl won and cheered, then pointed to us. The boy took his lunch to the garbage and sat down. None of us had talked to each other, so it was pretty awkward.
Zoey POV:
I picked up my apple and started to eat it, sneaking glances at the boy with the cool hair and handsome face. He didn't bother to turn to look at me. The boy who had came over last stopped eating.
"We should probably introduce each other, soldiers. A team isn't good if we don't know the members." The Goth girl scoffed.
"You think we're a team?"
"Of course!"
"I'll start," Zoey said and smiled. "I'm Zoey."
"Gwendolyn, but call me Gwen," the Goth girl said.
"Brick McArthur." The soldier said.
"Cameron," said the small boy.
"Sam," said the gamer, not bothering to look up from his DS.
"I'm-"
"Mike," I said, cutting off the boy. I blushed and covered my mouth as the boy look at me, confused.
"Do you know each other?" Brick asked.
"No…I just…have seen him somewhere before," I said, still blushing.
"Oh," said Brick. Everyone continued to eat lunch as I hid my face, feeling embarrassed. How could I have screwed up like that?