I swung my arm over and slammed my hand down on the top of my alarm, trying to find the switch to turn off the screeching sound it was making. After three or four tries, the sound seized and I let out a sigh of relief. The feeling didn't last long, though, because the though of starting at a new school today made me feel kind of nauseous. I laid there for about ten minutes, just staring up at the ceiling, before I heard a knock on my bedroom door.
"Alex, honey," I heard my mum's voice from the other side of the wooden barrier, "It's time to get up school." She paused for a moment. "Alex, are you awake?"
I sighed deeply. "Yeah," I piped up, "I'm awake." I sat up in my bed and listened to her walk away. I removed the tangled covers from around my body and set my feet down on the ice-cold wood floor. I shivered slightly on the impact, but got up out of bed anyway. I shuffled over to my closet and pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans with holes in the knees and a grey v-neck t-shirt. I threw the outfit onto my bed before heading over to my dresser and pulling out a pair of boxers and a pair of socks. I changed my boxers and squeezed into my skinnies. I pulled a plain black belt through the belt loops. I glanced at myself in the mirror with a disapproving look before pulling my shirt over my head. I pulled on my socks and combat boots before looking in the mirror, again. I bit my lip. My outfit was missing something. I returned to my closet and began looking though my hanging clothes before pulling out a black, white, and grey plaid flannel. I pulled it on and buttoned it up most of the way and looked back in the mirror and nodded. I turned on my straightener and began combing the knots out of my hair. Once my straightener was warmed up, I ran it through my hair a few times before hair-spraying my bangs in place and pulling a grey beanie over my head. I nodded at my reflection once again before pulling on my hoodie and zipping it up half-way.
I picked up my backpack and threw it over my right shoulder and exiting my room before my eyes could find the mirror again and present my unpleasant appearance to me again. I jogged down the stairs and started heading toward the front door, before I was stopped by my mum.
"Alex, eat this," she said, handing my a granola bar. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day." She smiled her warm smile before returning to the kitchen to make herself something to eat for breakfast.
I shook my head to myself and gave the granola bar in my hand a disgusted look. I didn't need to eat anything right now. Not only did my stomach still feel nauseous with nerves, but I really didn't need to gain anymore weight. If anything, I needed to lose more.
I walked out the front door and tossed the granola bar into the bushes as I headed down the driveway and to the sidewalk to begin walking to school. Our new house was only a block away from the school, so it really wasn't that long of a walk.
I pulled my hood over my head and wrapped my arms around myself, trying to protect myself from the chilly morning air. Wasn't August supposed to be the hottest month of the year? Maybe someone should let Mother Nature know, because I think she may be confused.
As the school came into view, thoughts of what it was going to be like flooded my mind. And, of course, the worst situations possible came to mind first, making me dread coming to school even more than I already was. The second I set foot on school grounds, the butterflies in my stomach instantly transformed into dragonflies with machine guns. I kept my eyes on the ground as I walked through the front doors. I could just feel people's eyes on me, but I ignored them and continued down the hallway to my locker. I pulled my schedule out of my pocket and looked at my combination. I twisted it into the dial on my locker and half-smiled to myself when I heard the lock click open. I opened my locker and took my backpack off my shoulder and began putting some of my text books on the shelf and on the bottom of the locker. I shoved my backpack into my locker and closed my locker. I had kept out the text books I could need for my first couple hours: Math and French.
I picked the needed textbooks off of the floor and headed to my French classroom. I really saw no point in taking this class. I already spoke fluent French, but they gave me this class, anyway. Hey, on the bright side, at least it would be an easy A. I walked into the classroom only to be met by staring eyes and whispers between friends. I didn't bother to hear what they were saying. It was probably something about how my jeans were too tight for my fat ass, or my hair was too long and I looked like a hippie. I looked back down at the ground and sat in one of the desks in the back of the room. I opened my text book to the first chapter and just stared at the page, not really reading any of it.
As the bell ring, I heard the students around my shift in their desks. I glanced up and saw that they were no longer looking at me, but at the man in the front of the classroom, who, I guessed, was the teacher.
I listened to what the man had to say, and felt a sudden jolt in my stomach when he said my name and everyone turned around to look at me once again. I bit my lip and looked down. I heart sank down into my shoes when the teacher asked me to introduce myself to the class.
Yup. This was going to be a looong day.

Notes

So, yeah. This is my first Fan-fiction EVER. I'm sorry if you hate it. It'll get better as the story progresses. Please let me know what you guys think of it so far.
-Ryan