A/N- I was wondering if I should just continue this all as just one really long story, or break it into parts. I know I personally have trouble reading stories past ten chapters (it's not because I'm easily distracted! IT'S NOT! *twitches*) and here we are at chapter ten. My how time flies! So get back to me with what I should do about that. And, of course, review! Or I will send my evil flesh-eating zombie Blarna after you. She's real, just ask my Spanish partner…
Sharins' POVBa-beep, ba-beep, ba-beep the alarm clock blared at me.
I groaned and began fumbling with the clock, hunting for the snooze button.
"Rise and shine!" Layne chirped, switching off the ear piercing blare, and pulling back the covers.
I squinted up at her. "Do you have to be such a morning person?"
"Technically, I'm an evening person."
"Har har." I muttered as I climbed out of bed.
I went over to the white dresser and pulled out a gray t-shirt, and a pair of black skinny jeans. I pulled them on then went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wrestle with my hair.
After I was halfway presentable, I left the bathroom, and Layne handed me an already open envelope that contained my class schedule.
"You have theatre, English, and fencing with me," she crowed.
I smiled at her.
"Isn't it like, against the law to open other people's mail?" I joked.
"It isn't when that person is your best friend!" She declared happily, and we giggled. "Now c'mon, do you want to be late?"
We entered the common room, and Layne began waving at some people over in the corner. She brought me over to them and introduced me.
"Hey everyone, this is Sharin." No one responded. They were all too bus gaping at my mark.
I sighed. "Take a picture why don't you? It'll last longer!" They blushed and looked away. There was that sarcastic tendency again.
"Aww guys, Sharin is just like everybody else. Now don't be rude!"
"Sorry," a guy who I assumed was Kellan mumbled. He had a mop of wavy blonde hair, and muddy green eyes.
"Yeah, we didn't mean to offend you," a girl with shoulder-length curly red hair, and dark brown eyes hidden behind sleek frameless glasses claimed.
"Your mark is just really cool!" Said another girl who looked exactly like the other, minus the glasses.
"You- your twins!" I blurted out, and then turned red as I realized I'd been just as rude as them.
They didn't seem to mind, "We may look the same, but we are absolutely nothing alike," stated the girl without glasses, "I'm Dawn. Nice to meet you Sharin."
"And I'm Olivia," the bespectacled twin said timidly.
"Kellan here!" Kellan proclaimed, already seeming in a better mood.
"It's great to meet you all," I smiled warmly, "it'll be so much easier with friends."
Soon I was completely at ease, talking and joking with the gang like we were old friends.
"So Layne," I questioned jokingly, "where do you stand on the whole Count Chocula verses Lucky Charms debate?"
Layne didn't respond, because she was too busy glaring at someone behind me.
I turned slowly to see Samantha, shiny red bob perfectly straight, plump lips pursed into a pout that looked rehearsed.
"New girl, you're in my seat." She raised her eyebrows, as if she expected me to immediately vacate the chair, and sing my apologies at her converse sheathed feet.
People like her really ticked me off. Girls who thought they could push everyone else around, just for the sport of it.
"I don't see your name on it, Sammy."
Her pale skin reddened with anger, and I kept expecting to see steam come out of her triple pierced ears. "Nobody. Calls. Me. Sammy!" She screeched, and yanked the chair out from under me.
I crashed to the floor, the wind knocked out of me. Who did this girl think she was? I jumped to my feet and got right in her face. "You can't treat me like that. You shouldn't treat anyone like that! Just get out of here!" I screamed, shoving her with all my might.
Samantha shrieked, and flew ten feet across the room and crashed into the opposite wall.
I stood absolutely still. Shocked. What had just happened?