beep.. beep.. beep.. beEP.. bEEP.. BEEP.. BEEP! My alarm clock's life is in serious danger. I groan and roll off my bed in a tired stupor. The clock reads 5:42. Ugh these Baltimore schools start even earlier than the ones in Ohio. I grab my glasses and shove them on my face as I make my way to the bathroom. Immediately I plug in my straightener without so much as a glance to the monstrosity that is my hair. While it's heating up I do my business and eat a toaster strudel. When I'm done with the task of making my hair look presentable I go over to my closet. "hmm, what to wear.." I mumble to myself. I decide to throw on some skinny jeans, a faded Green Day shirt, and my black converse. I apply some eyeliner to my eyelid. I think better than to put some on the bottom, I wouldn't want to look like a raccoon on my first day of junior year at a new school. It's 6:34 when I finally head out of the door and on my way to my bus stop. Yes, I'm 16, and no, I don't have my license. To be honest, the thought of driving scares the shit out of me. I have my ear buds in as i'm walking and sing quietly to myself. "My shadow's the only one that walks beside me," which isn't even true considering it's so dark out that I can make out a dozen stars in the early morning skies. I'm standing at my bus stop entirely too early, considering the bus shows up at 7:03. "Wow how punctual," I say sarcastically to myself. I'm nuts about being on time and prefer to show up early if possible. I show up to the school that looks relatively modern compared to the ancient school that's been around since WWII that was my hometown high school. I see a door with a plaque on it that says 'OFFICE' and decide that I should probably start there. When inside I find a kind grandmotherly looking secretary. "How can I help you dear?" she asks. Damn. The secretary in my old school never used endearments. "Uh I'm the new girl, the transfer from Akron?" I offer. "Oh! Of course. I have your schedule right here. Some honors classes I see," and she winks at me. "Well your homeroom is down the hall and to the left. Room number 501. If you need anymore help just come see me," she says with a smile. I mutter a thanks and head to homeroom. I walk in and take a seat near the back. I'm the first one, of course. Everyone else is out in the halls reconnecting from the summer. The room fills, little by little. There's a clique of blonde cheerleader type girls in the front. A group of four loud boys to the right of me. Some miscellaneous people scattered around. And then there's me. New. Foreign. Different. The girls whisper something to each other then start laughing, glancing at me every once in a while. To say I didn't give one fuck would be an understatement. I could feel the eyes of one of the boys in the corner burning into the side of my head. He had longish light brown hair that was covered by a beanie and was wearing a New Found Glory shirt and skinny jeans with gray converse. Exactly my type. I met his gaze and we stared at each other, having a contest of sorts. My green eyes bored into his chocolatey brown ones. Finally, with a smirk he broke off the stare, but not before glancing back a few times. I didn't return these glances because for some reason that typically nonchalant, indifferent voice in my head wouldn't shut up about him.

Notes

My first fan fiction :3 taking suggestions although I already know where I'm going with it.