A/N: Guys, I am so sorry. I've been so busy stressing over school, trying to keep my grades up and what not. I finally found the strength to finish writing Chapter 2. It's short but it is better than nothing, right?
I pretty much forced myself to go on with the day, I made had found a couple acquaintances; nothing special though. I sat by myself at lunch, most of the teenagers gave me weird looks. I payed no mind to it. I sighed as I put my books into my locker, shut it and turned around to eye my new school again.
I could tell it was going to be a long year, maybe I would make friends, maybe soon I would fit in. It was only my first day, after all. I pursed my lips together and clutched my crossover bag, walking out of the building and heading over to my car.
When I reached my house, I quickly ran inside, glad that my Auntie wouldn't be home for another 3 hours. I ran upstairs to my bedroom and fell on my bed, sinking in the horrible day that I had witnessed. I missed my old school, I hated not knowing anybody in my classes and not having anywhere to sit at lunch. I hated it with a passion.
I let out a scream and threw my pillow over my face, kicking my legs. Why me?
2 Hours Later
My Auntie had came home and asked me a million questions,
"How was it?"
"Make any friends?"
"How are your classes?"
I was ready to blow, "It was nice." I lied, she smiled at me. "I'm glad you like it."
But truth be told, I didn't. It seemed like some type of boogie private school, no one really attempted to talk to me. It was cliquey and horrible. The only glances I got were disgusted ones, like I was some type of unknown creature. Almost every girl my age there were prissy, none had ripped jeans or combat boots on. Almost every brunette's hair was dark, I was the only golden-haired Female walking around. I certainly did not fit in.
When my Auntie called me down for dinner, 5 minutes after, I had excused myself. I went back up to my room to think of some things to do to at least get noticed, by someone at least. It was 7:00 PM and I was in my bed room, admiring myself in the mirror. Looking at every flaw I had, thinking of different ways to style my hair; to get attention at a new school. What was wrong with me? I walked over to my closet and burned my eyes though the clothes. I rummaged through them, pushing pants and shirts aside. I smiled when I found a pair of black skinny jeans, a white tank top and a Winged Skull hoodie.
Just as I was laying the clothes out on my ironing board, my Auntie walked into my room and leaned against the door frame. "Honey, are you alright?" She asked me, staring at me with concerned eyes. I nodded and a side smile readjusted my face. "I'm good." Her face looked relieved, "Good. Now, get some rest, you look exhausted." She smiled and went back downstairs. I walked over to my door, shut and locked it and just quickly climbed into bed.
When I woke up the next day, I felt pretty alright. I felt as if it was going to be a better day, I would have at least made one or two friends. I quickly did my morning routine and left as quickly as I could, anxious to get to walk around the school to have my face noticed before the bell rang.
When I arrived, I quickly hopped out of my car and hauled my backpack on my back. Pushing myself to get into the building. I looked down at my phone and sent a text to my best friend, I met her at my old school. As I tried to walk and stare at my phone at the same time, I felt like I had ran into a brick wall as I tumbled down. "Watch where you're going next time?" A red-haired, golden-eyed guy was on the ground before me. "Geesh, I'm sorry." I said, pouting as I pulled myself on my feet and reached out a hand to him. He rejected it and got up on his own, "Just watch where you're going." He said with a slight mean tone and pushed past me. I turned my head to look at him as he walked away. What was his problem?