I'm falling...

Down...

I can't breath...

No I seriously can't breath...

I snap my eyes open , only to see tehm covered. I try to breath in, only to inhale cloth. I start squirming.

"Hold still you fucking idiot."

It's my sister. She's trying it again. Trying to kill me in my sleep. For as long as I can remember my sister has hated me. I'm not sure why, but she claims it because when I came around dad left. She looked up to him so much, but so did I.

I rolled over fast, sending her falling off my bed and onto the cold basement floor. I gasp for air and chock on the breath I try and take. When I get my breathing to a steady pant, I look at my sister. She tosses her beautiful long blonde hair over her shoulder and stands.

"What the hell Alex?" I cock an eyebrow, not sure what she means. She pops a hip out to the side and puts her hand on it. "You threw me to the floor." She points to the spot on the floor she lant on.

"You tried to kill me!" I say trying to keep a steady voice. She just scoffs and leaves my room.

I glance over to the clock.

6AM.

I have school in an hour. I should probably get ready. I throw my feet on the cement floor and shutter at the intense freezing feeling that goes threw me. I sigh and I can see my breath. I'm going to dread the winters here.

I walk to my closet and grab a long sleeve 'Pierce The Veil' shirt , and put a leather jacket over it. There, that will hid my cuts, burns, bruises, scraps, and bones. I put on black skinny jeans. They're baggy on me, but I put on a belt so if I get asked why they're so loose I can say I bought them big.

Finally I grabbed my school bag and put on my wore 'Toms'. I ran upstairs to see my sister dressed in fine clothing. New, I'm guessing, mom favors her. Her long hair curled and with a bow on top. Fake fingernail and way to much make-up. But looking at all the girls around her there the same way. She shoots me a glare when she sees me in the doorway. She rolls her eyes.

"I can't believe I have to be seen with that." She motions her hand up and down my body. "Only the first day, after that you can walk, so pay attention to the way. And Alex, during school, don't talk to me, don't acknowledge me, pretend I'm nothing more than a mere hot girl that would never talk to you." She tosses her golden curls over her shoulder and walks out to her car, knocking me over in the process. It scares me how fake she is.

Before I go out to the car I ran back into the basement and grab the small wooden box out of my room that has everything I need to survive in it. My song book, some pencils, two erasers, and seven blades. Shoving it in my bag I leave the house.

Not only is it just another school day.

It's the first day.

Not only is it the first school day.

It's the first at a new school.

It's the first day at a new school.

I have no friends, nut my sister does. Only two. Girls she met at the mall when she went with my mom. She's bound to make thousands more. Have them over and leave me to sleep in the backyard.

Pulling into the school drive brings a whole new type of nervous rush over me. My palms get clammy and I start to shake. All the kids are like my sister. Properly dressed, fancy colors and plaids. But here I am, teased and flat ironed hair, where most the boys don't do anything with there hair, band shirt and leather jacket, where most the boys are either wearing a solid color shirt or plaids, and skinny jeans, where most the boys are wearing dress pants or baggy blue jeans.

They're like copies. Over and over again. The same thing, no individuality. All the girls are the same. A flowery dress that hugs the top half flows at the bottom, curled hair, high heels, and make-up plastered faces, like my sister. Or tight tank tops and booty shorts. 'Great, Alex, welcome to 'Slut Ville' ya faggot.'

I get out of the car, shutting the door slowly and quietly behind me. I stick to the pavement, leading to the school, were my sister runs to the grass to meet her friends, immediately eying a boy. My sisters a huge slut. Soon she'll probably be queen shit around her. It happens every years. Mom seems to have never ending money for her, but non for me.

Locker 238

Home Room ~ Room 120
Math ~ Room 34
Science ~ Room 134
Your Lunch Hour ~ 1pm-2pm
French ~ Room 56
P.E ~ Gym *This will rotate threw out the year. Between Tech, P.E, Art, and Music. Everyone will get into each activity once.*
Biology ~ Room 96

Welcome To Clear-Mound. We hope you have a wonderful school year.

Starring at my schedual I realize this school is different from other places. You're left completely on your own. And there is different people in each class with you.

I found my locker.

Great, problem number 1 today.

It's surrounded by a group of 5 people. But they don't look like the rest of the school. One boy is tall lanky with skunk hair. He is wearing skinny jeans too, and from the back a black tee-shirt. The other boys have band shirts on too. On Green-Day one Blink-182. Two of my favorite bands. They're not wearing skinny jeans, but at least they're not wearing dress pants. The girl is wearing purple skinny jeans , her red hair is teased around her head like mine, but her's isn't in a messy style, just a poof. When she turns around to laugh at something one of the boys said, I see she's wearing a white 'Pierce The Veil' tank top.

Maybe I will have some friends.

No, no I won't.

"Can we help you with something?" The girl asked noticing me. I go to reply before a smile stretches on her face. "You like 'Pierce The Veil'?" She sequels.

I nod my head and the rest of the group turns. My eyes fall on to the skunk haired boy. He's flawless. Big brown eyes and a huge smile. He's so hot.

"Y-yea... They're one o-of my favorites." I say looking to the ground. I'm not good with people, I get shy and I can't think straight, and the fact a cute boy is looking at me makes it so much harder.

"Heeeey, you're the new kid Alexander, right?" The boy in the 'Blink-182' shirt asked.

"Yea. B-but My names Alex." I say still looking at the ground.

"Sorry. They told us all Alexander. But I'll call ya Alex. Can I see your schedule?" He asked out stretching his hand to take it from me.

I hand it to him and he reads it, looks at the locker that is suppose to be mine, back to the schedule, then stretches his arm out to the skunk haired boy, who gives him his schedule.

"Hey Jack. It looks like you guys got everything but 'Activity' together. He has P.E" so the skunk haired boy's name is 'Jack'. thats a normal name.

"Awesome! I'll have a friend!" Jack says putting his hand in the air for a high-five. I give one to him smiling a little. It's been awhile sense I smiled, but here I am, grinning.

A bell rang causeing me to jump, Jack laughed while kids shuffled into the halls. He grabbed my arm and started pulling me away from the flood of students.

"J-Jack>" I say trying to get free from his grip.

"What? The room this way. And I like to get there before the swarm." He says smiling down at him. I relax a little in his grip but I keep my gaurd up.

Did I really just make a friend? Or his he just being nice because I'm new?