Alia's POV

My alarm went off at 6:00am, and for a moment, I wondered why. Then it came to me. Today was the day I most anticipated. And most dreaded.

"Alia, are you awake?" I hear my mom call out.

"Yeah mom!" I shouted back. How could I not be awake? I was excited for my last first day of middle school.

I stared at myself in the mirror. My dark hair a tangled mess, eyes barely open, and white crust all around my mouth from drooling. Yeah, I drool in my sleep. So what?

So it is once again that I do my early morning routine. Shower was first on the list. A shower in the morning keeps me awake for a good 24 hours. From my cabinet, I brought out the Good Shampoo.

The Good Shampoo was a small bottle of shampoo that cost $25. Now you must be thinking that I just wasted $25 for an ordinary shampoo.

WRONG!

This was some miracle shampoo that would make the volume of my hair tenfold. And it smelled amazing too.

It's really rare to come across and expensive if you do find it. That's why I use it twice a month or on special occasions. No, that doesn't mean I don't shampoo; it means I use another one. I think this comes under special occasions.

After the refreshing cool water, I slipped on a bath robe and to my room. 6:15. Time to decide what to wear.

Sliding open the doors, I see all the available tops. I can't wear a t-shirt and shorts like everyone else does. That's because of my mom. My mom buys me all these formal-casual tops that she expects me to wear. I never get to wear t-shirts without going through her first. And shorts? That's not even an option. Apparently I'm "too fat for shorts" and "they reveal so much fat". Plus, my mom thinks that they're so short and revealing that they're practically underwear.

So I'm stuck wearing a white top with a navy blue cardigan and infinity scarf with jeggings underneath. In front of the mirror, I saw a much more mature face than a month ago. I'm tanner as well. Did I lose a few pounds as well?

My hair was still wet. I needed to dry it, so using my abilities, I dried my hair up. Then I brushed it. My shiny thick hair was the hair you would see in commercials. I just hoped my mom was inobservant enough to not notice my hair was dry.

Finishing touches time! I opened a drawer and pulled out something I hardly ever use -my make up kit.

Last time I used it was when race was recovering in my room. I usually don't wear makeup. It's one of those things that the popular, snooty girls are all about, and I didn't want to be like them. But today's the first day of school, and I want to make a good impression on my teachers. A little eyeshadow and lip balm won't hurt.

Do I dare do this? Yes I do. My write wrist had my whiz watch on it, but my left was free for any jewelry. I slid on a bracelet with blue and gold beads. I was at high risk of being harassed for "trying to be popular", but I think I'll manage. After all, I was harassed a lot when Robert was around.

The house was pretty quiet. My mom was the only other person awake, making breakfast and lunch for me, even though I am fully able to do that myself. As the school year progresses, my mom won't even wake up anymore.

Trevor still goes to elementary school, and is going to 4th grade. Since the elementary school starts an hour after middle, he wakes up later than me. Hunter is starting Pre-K, and it's his first time interacting with other kids his age (besides family). My mom was making waffles for me, but I told her not to and pulled a yogurt out of the fridge.

She didn't seem very bothered by it though. She started eating the waffles herself. Finishing her waffles, she said "Alia, go wake Trevor and Hunter. We've got to take pictures."

I groaned. I still despise having my picture taken. "But mom, I'm going to be late for the bus." I said.

"Too bad. I'll wake them up myself." She said.

"No, Mom, you shouldn't. You know, with your current situation, and all." Referring to her and the soon to be born baby.

"You're so nice, Alia. I don't get how anyone could argue with you, besides your brothers, of course."

Yeah right, Mom. I totally am not one to argue with others and fight them.

After going upstairs to fetch my brothers, I went back down and took inventory of my supplies. Pencils? Check. Pens? Check. Binders? Check. Folders? Check. I had basically everything that was necessary for the first day of school.

Once my brothers came down all changed and ready, my mom took pictures. I try my best to smile, but after the photo shoot, my muscles weren't working that easily anymore.

I glanced at the time at my watch. 6:50. "Gotta blast, Mom," I said, walking away.

She grabbed my by the shoulder. "Hold on. Where did that watch come from?"

"Erm..." I say looking down at my watch. "I bought it at the store."

"Which store? When did you—"

"Mom! I'm going to miss the bus!"

"Oh sorry. Bye sweetie," my mom said pulling me in to hug me, which was hard to do with a bulge in between us. "Do you want me to come with you?"

She is such the overprotective mom. "No, I'm not five. Bye."

It may have been me, but was I seeing tears coming to her eyes?

The bus stop is at the bottom of the hill in which our street is on. Last year, we had a total of 5 people at my bus stop, but two have them have moved on to high school now.

When I get there, two kids were already there. Their baby faces and shortness made me reason them to be sixth graders.

They were talking to each other, asking about homerooms and sixth grade stuff. I remember when I was in sixth grade. My friends and I were talking about it for days, and now that we're at the top of the school, it's sort of a relaxed thing. Former eighth graders said 8th grade was easy,

Then, from the next street down came Audrey. Audrey Snellings was a girl in my grade. Plays field hockey, the fastest girl in our grade, and popular.

I hate her. And she hates me back.

If there's one thing that I hate more than Snotty-Populars, then it's Athletic-Snobby-Popular. That's what Audrey is.

Neither of us looked or said anything to each other, and when the bus came, we quietly boarded.

My bus stop is one of the first in the morning, so there was hardly anyone else on it. I picked an empty seat in the back of the bus and stared out the window.

Man, am I tired. I slept late last night. Jace and I were patrolling some city in New Hampshire at night. Cooper was on a date, leaving the two of us to walk around helping people. And talking. I feel like the more time I spend with Jace, the more I feel like a normal teenager, and I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing. Still, Jace is a cool guy to hang with, despite his dumb moments that occasionally occur.

A couple of bus stops later is the largest stop, with 20 or so people on it. Some of my friends were on that stop. My friend Annalyse came and sat down next to me.

"Hey," I say to her.

"Heyyy. Long time no see." She greeted.

"I missed your company." Annalyse was visiting her relatives in Europe all summer, so we couldn't hang out. "What set are you on?" I ask her.

"Upsilon." She said. "You?"

"Omega." I say disappointedly. "At least we still have orchestra together." I say trying to cheer myself up.

"Yeah, I guess." She said glumly.

Another friend of mine, Andromeda, was in the seat in front of us.

"Alia!" She exclaimed. "How are you!"

"I'm fine," I reply with half of her enthusiasm. "You?"

"Amazing!" She said. Andromeda has a bubbly personality with her friends, and pretty much everyone else was treated as if she hates them. At times, she seems as mature as an adult, but a lot of the time, she acts a little immaturely. Either way, she's my friend.

I spent the rest of the bus ride catching up with Andromeda and Annalyse.

The school finally comes into view.

"Welcome back to prison." Someone on my bus said.

The only person on my bus that is in my homeroom is Helen. We're friends, but not good friends. Still, we walked to our homeroom together.

Actually, we walked halfway there together until she saw someone else and walked with her. That happens a lot with Helen. She's popular, and doesn't want to be seen with me in front of other popular girls.

But then I found Emma, another friend. Emma is a softball player and is so good, she made the school's team last spring.

She has this crazy, unhealthy obsession with pop singer Shawn Mendes. She thinks she's going to be married to him, and she even came up with names for their children. In other words, she's setting herself up for failure.

"Hey Em." I say walking to her.

She turned to see me. "Oh, hey Li. Sorry we couldn't hang out this summer," she says apologetically.

"It's okay. I was quite busy myself." For about one a week for most of the summer, I sacrificed a night's sleep for helping some people, and the last couple of weeks were spent all over the country. So yeah, I guess I was busy.

My homeroom teacher was nice enough. Her name is Mrs. Smith, and she's the science teacher of our set.

When I enter the room, there is an arrangement of desks in alphabetical order, so its easy to find my name since its in the beginning of the alphabet. My seat was in the front row.

There was hardly anyone else in the room yet, so it seems that our bus was one of the first to arrive.

On my desk was my schedule, which I quickly glanced over. Also on my desk was a student agenda book to write homework assignments and and ID card with last year's school picture in it.

Soon more people were coming in. So far there's no one that really ticks me off. My close friend Sabrina was in my homeroom and sat on my right.

We greeted each other and compared schedules. I had all my core classes with her along with gym class.

After a couple more minutes, the wave struck. Coming through the door were all the people I hate, including him.

Him, was a kid named Jonathan Christopher. I hate him. There was once a point when I felt the opposite way.

That was back in 6th grade, when I first started middle school.

He sat right next to me then as well. I thought he was hot. Blond hair, really muscular for an 11 year old, and blue eyes. His skin was covered in black tattoos everywhere. When I asked him about them, his face went through different thoughts and denied he had any. What's weird is that the teacher doesn't notice, and neither does anyone else. From what I understand of the student handbook, tattoos aren't allowed on students. If they were temporary, that's a different story, but these were on for years.

When I first met him, I had a crush on him.

You know what his nickname is?

You won't believe it.

Jace.

Ironic, right?

I usually call people at school by their last name, so I don't confuse first names that are the same.

So throughout 6th grade, I had a crush on him because he was smart, cute, and athletic. But by the end of sixth grade, I wanted to hate him because he is a boy, and I pretty much hate all boys that think they are better than everyone else, which is exactly how Jonathan was. Plus, I admit I may have been jealous because he was better than me in Language Arts.

Then, in 7th grade, I didn't have any classes with him, and I found I was grateful for it. I hated him, and he seemed to take an interest in a red headed girl named Clary. I ship those two, and I think they would make a good couple.

Jonathan sat down on the other side of me and didn't even look my way. I tried to focus on the people that were entering. Wow, the people that walked through that door surprised me. A couple years back, or even last year, they were smaller. I remember when I used to be one of the tallest in my classes, and now I'm one of the shortest. And I'm talking about only a couple years back.

People also change in their personality. I recall how back in elementary school, I used to be so nice. Year by year after that, I've made myself tougher and meaner due to the fact of some people I've encountered.

Homeroom went by pretty fast. All the teacher did was call attendance and say a little about herself. Then, she gave a short speech on how this is "pre-high school" and the teachers aren't going to baby us around anymore. Pretty hard core stuff. Then we got assigned lockers and put our stuff in them.

Then was first period science. It was an Honors Science class, so many of the people in the class left for another one of their classes. I hoped Jonathan would leave, but nope. What's worse is that everyone in there sat in their same seats for science as well. For Science class, we pretty much went over the curriculum and some rules in the student handbook.

Second period was Spanish I. As I scan the faces in the room, I see a lot of dumb people. That's because they take Spanish for "an easy grade". I took it for practicality. If something happens like it did at the mall, at least I'll be prepared for it. The teacher started saying stuff in rapid fire Spanish just to mess with us, and started going over the curriculum and student handbook; basically what we did last period.

Third period was Technology Education, and we were in the Wood Shop room for the first half of the marking period. I don't like tech ed, but it's a mandatory part of the school year.

Next was a new addition to the schedule called Activity Period. It was basically a study hall period; we could study, do homework, or go to another class to finish up something. Because of this addition, the time schedule is messed up, and we have less time to get to each class. During Period X, we had this dumb set meeting that explained more rules and such.

After that was fourth period Language Arts. Also an Honors class, it has about 20 people in there. Since lunches were during fourth period, the period is an hour and a half long, but in the middle is a half an hour lunch period. That means that half of lunch is before lunch and half is after lunch.

I like my Language Arts teacher. Mrs. Fontane was bubbly and very animated, jumping around and talking. Unlike last year's language arts teacher. She was the type of teacher who hates everything but Shakespeare and made us do long term projects.

After the first half of Language Arts, I went to lunch. There, I sat at my standard table for the last 2 years. There, most of my friends met up. Andromeda, Annalyse, Sabrina, Heather, Macey and more were seated at the table. We sat there talking about the first half of our school day, and how the teachers are.

A girl on my set and in my Language Arts class, Lily, was a friend of mine but we weren't super close. Sabrina and her were pretty good friends. She has Social Studies/Civics in the morning, and she was telling some stories about the teacher.

"Mr. Pilkington is wacko." She said. "I don't know what to make of him." Oh boy. I have him 5th period and I have a feeling that he's going to be one of those teachers that hates everyone or gets off topic really quickly. He's a teacher that worked at the other school in the district for a couple years, and now he's coming back to this school. Maybe I should have asked some kids that go to Fallplain MS how he was.

After sitting through Language Arts for another half an hour, fifth period finally came. The room was a couple rooms away, and that's the only class that I wasn't late to as of that point in the day.

When I walk in that room, my jaw drops open. The first thing I see is a blur of red, blue and silver. Then I focus it a little more. All around the room, I see posters and pictures of Captain Man, Kid Danger and Girl Danger. Literally every single picture that we took a week ago was on there. The guy must have spent his whole salary on the pictures.

Sabrina came and sat next to me. She seemed a little unsettled from all the images around her.

"I think Lily was right." She said to me.

I nod my head in agreement. This place was a shrine to us. I mean, a little praise for hard work is nice, but this? This is creepy and unsettling. Heck, there were educational posters with our faces on them. Who knows what else has our faces on it. Everyone else in the room was looking at each other and has faces of worry. Mr. Pilkington wasn't even in the room. After the late bell rings, he runs in the door. Sure enough, he's wearing a blue dress shirt with... a Captain Man tie? I am officially creeped out. I'm definitely telling Cooper and everyone else after school.

"Good afternoon, fifth period honors Social Studies!" he said enthusiastically to the whole class. "I'm Mr. Pilkington, and I will be your Civics teacher for this school year. We're gonna have a blast in here!" Sabrina and I looked at each other warily, then back at the teacher. "I know, I know, the room is filled with posters of Captain Man, Kid Danger and Girl Danger. I'm the biggest fans of them. They are amazing. does anyone not know who they are?" Not one hand went up. I didn't know we were that well known. "Sorry, I'm such a nerd!" He got that right, I thought to myself. "Isn't Girl Danger something?" My head went in my hands. Can we please not talk about me right now? When I looked up, no one seemed to notice my mental breakdown. "Anyways, I've said enough. How about you guys talk? Everyone get up and get in a circle."

Oh great. Back to kindergarten again. The circle was small; made up of 17 people counting the teacher. This was probably the smallest class I had. "Okay." Mr. Pilkington said. "When it's your turn, say your name and three things about you. I'll go first. My name is Mr. Pilkington, I admire Captain Man, Kid Danger, and Girl Danger, I play piano, and I have two kids."

The first fact was a given. When my turn came, I wasn't sure what to say at first. "My name is Alia, um, I play the violin, I...uh...like to swim, and I have two brothers." Nothing too exciting or anything that would attract attention.

After everyone introduced themselves (which didn't take very long), we did what we did in every other class. I tuned out and looked at the room. On the back wall were pictures, one side was filled with articles, and the other, posters.

Thankfully, I wasn't on any of the posters, but Cooper was on there saying stuff like, "Perform Your Civic Duties". I don't know why that's in a room of teenagers, but it is. I didn't even know until now that they made educational posters of us until now. I wonder when I'm getting the money for all these pictures...

During the last five minutes of class, Mr. Pilkington started talking about this assignment that's due every week. We're supposed to write about an article in the news during that week. We get extra credit if it has to do with Captain Man, Kid Danger, and Girl Danger.

We also get extra credit in that class if we give him anything that has to do with Captain Man, Kid Danger, and Girl Danger. Honestly, that's a little too far, but at least I'm never going to have anything less than an A+ in this class.

Sixth Period was information technology, and all we did was log on to the computer and make a password.

Seventh Period was Algebra II, which is a 10th grade course by standards. If you think I'm smart, go see the people doing Geometry and College Algebra.

My math teacher seemed really strict, and it didn't help that she said that there were times that I would want to bang my head against a brick wall. Honestly, I feel like that a lot, but that sort of scares me.

After a long day, it was finally time to leave. Overall, the day had been pretty good, except for fifth period, which made me want to rip my hair out.

My mom greeted me at the door when I came in. "How was your day at school?"

"Pretty good. My teachers are pretty chill." Except for Mr. Pilkington. But I wasn't even going to go there.

"That's good. What did you do today?"

"Some stuff. I'm too tired to talk about it." I pretended to yawn.

She frowned. "You're always tired."

"I know. I'm going to take a nap." By taking a nap, I actually meant going out.

"Um. Okay." I've really got to watch my back. My 'naps' are starting to raise suspicion from my mom.

I lock the door of my room, and off I go.

Hey guys...

I am soooo sorry I didn't update in a month. Since school started, I've got a lot on my plate. Here I go:

School, softball, orchestra, honors orchestra, swimming, Science Olympiad, Reading Olympics, History Day, Science Fair, all Gifted/High Potential classes, and babysitting my younger siblings.

Wow that was a lot. And somewhere in between, I have to add fanfiction.

On top of that, I started off writing this chapter in depth, and then I got bored of it, so I was like, screw it and i'll just rush it so I can start writing the next chapter.

So let me tell you right now, this is major crap, and I promise the next one will be better.

Should I keep writing in her point of view? Or should I keep it third person. Review or PM me for suggestions

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I finished this because I hit 1,000 views on this. Yay!

Hopefully, the next one won't take as long, but I can't promise anything.

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