A new chapter my dearest readers!
~Chapter One~
Standing in the hall of my newest school, I can't help the scowl on my face as the Principal yells at me, his face is red, his tie looks like it's choking him, and the veins in his face and neck are bludging. "AND ANOTHER THING! YOUR OUTFIT IS ENTIRELY INAPPROPRIATE, NOT ONLY DOES IT BREAK MULTIPLE PROTOCOLS, IT ALSO VIOLATES THE SCHOOL DRESS CODE!" He snarls, pulling out his pocket sized manual from his blindingly blue blazer, smoothing out his yellow tie as he flips it open. "Section Six, paragraph nine-"
"All uniforms must be a solid color," I touch my black top. "black IS a solid color." He scowls, his face slowly turns more red.
"Section Eight, paragraph five-" He flips to the page.
"All blazers MUST be on the students person," I pat the blue blazer that is currently around my waist. "all sleeves must be at least three fingers width," I press three fingers to my sleeve, the end of it is at least another two fingers width. "legs must be completely covered," I pat my black leggings under the blue skirt of my uniform. "and all student neckties must be around their necks." I pat the yellow necktie that is hanging loosely around my neck, causing me to let out laugh under my breath at his angry face.
"Section 15, paragraph Three-" He starts to turn to the page.
"No floral patterns, or swirl designs on any uniform." I pat the black bag with gray skulls up and down the sides, he scowls.
"Section Two, paragraph nineteen-" He snarls.
"Piercings must be out during class hours, minus regular ear piercings. It isn't class hours." I answer.
"Section Five, paragraph eight." He starts to flip the pages of the book, the red of his face is starting to crawl up to his graying hair.
"Hair regulations state that all hair must be at least shoulder length, waist length at most." I tug at my black hair with the blue tips, that rests just at my shoulder blades.
"Ah ha! It also says there is no unnatural coloration of the hair or eyes, by dye or contacts. Also, section one, paragraph two says that nonsensical argument with the principal is grounds for expulsion, and I have to say, this week you have been nothing but trouble, and it has been nothing but trouble, with your tattoos, and piercings, the fights you've been in, and the- the SMOKING!" His face is slowly turning purple.
"I told that those aren't my cigarettes! I don't even own a lighter!" I scream at him, his glare silences me.
"Lies! You're coming with me to the principal's office, right now!" He snatches up my wrist, dragging me along to the office.
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"Expelled?!" My adopted mother, Sheryl, demands of my principal, her blonde curls seem to want to shoot out in every which way, her brown eyes have a dangerous glint to them. "What right do you have to expel her?! Because she doesn't smoke, and you say that she does?!" Sheryl pulls me to my feet. "We're leaving!" I stumble over my mary-janes, I follow after her as we round the corner, leaving the school in a hurry. Climbing in the backseat, I keep my head low as Sheryl starts the car, sighing as we start towards our house.
"I'm sorry." I murmur.
"It's fine. I didn't want to tell you until we knew for sure, but we're moving." Sheryl looks back at me as my head snaps up, and my eyes widen.
"Really? Where?" I ask, hope coloring my voice.
"Washington. Forks, Washington." She answers, causing me to stare for a full ten minutes, before I speak up as we pull in the drive.
"I'm coming too, right?" Sheryl laughs, causing me to stare at her as we climb out of the car, then she sighs.
"Of course sweetie." She strokes my hair. "To be honest, I didn't want you going to that school in the first place. Forks High is where I went, when I was in Highschool." We start into the house. "Now, why don't you run upstairs, and take a warm shower, I'll fix us up some hot cocoa." I nod once, hurrying up the stairs, and into the room that I share with three other girls, the boy's room is right across said hall. Grabbing a change of clothes, I rush to the bathroom, and jump into the shower, after getting clean and getting out, I stand before the bathroom mirror in nothing but my towel.
Looking in the mirror, I see a pale reflection of an all too familiar stranger, with shoulder length hair that can be compared to a raven's feather, the tips are all neon blue, my once olive skin has taken a darker tan color to it, and my almond shaped blue eyes seem lined with bags from my many sleepless nights from my foster sisters giggling and girlishly talking this past week. My heart face had taken on a more... womanly curve to it, my cheeks are less pudgy, and my dimples seem to have vanished, my chin and cheekbones aren't from my mother, from any pictures that I have seen of her, yet neither is it my biological father's, though my small pointed nose is definitely his. My lips are full, a dusty pink with a small under bite, my once bucked teeth are now straight and white from my two years wearing braces, and good dental care.
Taking a step back from the mirror, I gaze at my towel wrapped body as though I've never seen it, as of late, I feel as though I never have. My hips have spread, just enough that Sheryl and Matthew, my foster father, had to buy me new jeans, my chest hasn't changed or filled out anymore that when I first hit puberty at Eleven years old, and the burdens on my chest appeared practically over night, my remaining baby fat has all but vanished, leaving a bit of my pudge behind, not a lot, bit enough to make me self-conscious about my body. My feet are rather large, my hands are rather big, and my shoulders are wide apart, giving me more of a boyish figure than a grown woman's body.
With a sigh, I dress in blue jeans, a black, one sleeve, off the shoulder Misfit's T-shirt, and my black combat boots with my hair thrown up in a messy bun. Lining my eyes with black eyeliner, I add smoky gray eyeshadow, then paint my lips with a dark ruby color, then put in my snakebites, adding my second, third, fourth, and fifth piercing in both of my ears, I rub my newer tattoo, a small red heart with a green vine wrapped around it, and thorns piercing it so that blood falls, down with vanilla body lotion. Tossing my dirty clothes into my laundry hamper as I pass by the room, I latch my golden locket around my neck as I start down the stairs, rounding into the living room to find Sheryl sorts on the couch, two cups of cocoa before her on the old oak coffee table.
"Hey there, I just wanted to let you know, you aren't on any trouble, okay? I know how difficult it has been, you adjusting, and trying to get comfortable with eight other kids." Sheryl stands, crossing over to her, she takes my hands in her own, sitting down with me. "How are you adjusting, in the first place?"
"Well, sharing a room with the twins, Mary and Rosie, and Melody is difficult," I pause. "but I don't think I would like it here, if I didn't have someone to talk to on my sleepless nights."
"And the boys?" She asks.
"Jason likes to throw Mary's doll heads in the room, Zeke and Max snore, but not loud, I just hear everything in the quiet at night, and Sam is perfectly fine, he's in his crib all night." I answer causing her to nod.
"I will speak with Jason, why don't you go pack before the other get home? Matthew and I want to get on the road early." Sheryl pats me on the back of my hand, handing me my cocoa, before sending me on my way.
I have some catching up with my review amount, sorry my dears. For those who don't know, or want a wolf story- my apologies for your disappointment.