~~~~~~~~ ••••••••••••• ~~~~~~~~ *Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep* "Okay. Okay. I'm getting up. Just stop making such stupid noise." I muttered. "Well, it not my fault mom wanted me to wake you up. She said you gonna be late for school." Sophia replied. "Okay. Okay. I'm up. See?" I replied, getting up from my bed. "Whatever." Sophia said, leaving my room, rolling her eyes. "Mom!" I yelled from the top of the stairs. "What Emma?" my mother replied. "Pancakes?" I asked, smiling. "I'll start them now. Go get in the shower." "Okay." Before getting in the shower, I ran to my room to pick out my outfit for the day. Black spaghetti-strap tank-top, denim jean jacket, faded ripped jeans, and black converses. 'Perfect.' I thought to myself. I walked down the hallway, and got into the shower, like my mother asked. I sat in the corner of the shower to think. 'Today's the first day of school. I'm different from everyone else. No one likes me. I'm my own person. I'll be alone. Forever.' It felt like I had been in the shower for ages, so I finally decided to get out. I pulled out my makeup bag and started applying base, mascara, and blackest black eyeliner. I pulled my long black hair into a French braid. I walked down the hallway into my room and got dressed. 'Perfect. Smh. Not so much the hair.' I took the French braid out, and went natural curly. I walked downstairs. "Sleep well?" my mother asked, invading my personal space. "Yes mother." I replied. "You don't have to be so grumpy about it." she said. "I wouldn't be, if I could actually have my personal space right now." "Oh, I'm sorry honey." I sighed. "It's fine mom. I guess I am a little cranky. I'm sorry." "It's fine honey. Here." she said, handing me my book bag "You need to get going. Take the car." "Thanks." I gave my mom and Sophia a hug, and left for school. I sighed. ... ... ... 'Another place I mistreated. Mistaken. All because I'm different. All because I'm me.' ~~~~~~~~ ••••••••••••• ~~~~~~~~
I would suggest not making it the typical high school drama/romance type, because those tend to get boring. I'm not saying you can't, because it's your choice, but personally, I find that genre to be tedious and annoying. Maybe you can add a twist or something. So far, not much has happened, so I'm looking forward to more. Bump!
Interesting! ^She can do anything she wants with her story . If you don't like it, you don't have to read it .
~~~~~~~~ ••••••••••••• ~~~~~~~~ I drove into the student parking lot at school. I made my way behind the school to the gym. I'm "different". No I'm not a cheerleader. I'm not a band geek. I'm not a singer. Dancer. None of that. I fit in with the emo, gothic, punk rock chicks, and the stoners. I made my way to my "different group". I. Had one friend out of the group. Kasey. "Hey Kasey." I replied. " 'Sup Keely. Want a joint?" she asked. "I already told you I'm not smoking. K?" "Ugh. Fine. Whatever. Pills?" she kept pushing. "No!" I dragged Kasey away from the group. "Look I know we fit in with that group, but stop this. It's not good for you." I stated, snatching the joint from her hand and throwing it on the ground. "Hey! That cost me $15!" she said pouting. "Show you how much money you wasted on a little piece of shit. K?" Me and Kasey walked into school together. We had every class together. Sometimes it was fun. Sometimes it was a pain in the ass. I'm pretty sure today's gonna be a pain in the ass. I'll just have to get over it. First period. Mrs.Ames. English. Great. Worst subject at the very beginning of the day. I sat up front. "Kasey? Sit with me?" I asked. "No way. Your all the way up front." she replied. "Pleaaaaasssseeeee!!!" I asked, giving her my best puppy-dog eyes. "Oh! Fine! You owe me." First period ended. I walked to my locker and some guy was standing there, trying to open my locker. I tapped the guys shoulder. "Um, can I help you?" "My locker won't open." he replied. "Maybe because that's not your locker." I said. "Huh?" he looked down at his sheet of paper. "Oh. Sorry. It's the one next to yours." "Oh. It's fine. Silly mistake." I replied. "Okay. Cya around....?" "Keely, and sure." "Adam. Alright." I walked down the hall. 'Adam.' I thought. 'Nice name. Woah. Keely slow down. No. Bad. No liking guys. Get a hold of yourself.' ~~~~~~~~ ••••••••••••• ~~~~~~~~
I just noticed that. Sorry for the confusion. I'm getting my story's mixed up. Thank you for telling me!
I am the alone too. And I am the fine with this because I know that I don't like the other people too.
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