248I walked through the grand halls with my head lowered, brushing past people to get to my locker.
"…look, that freak's still in this school…"
"…black girl's alive…damn"
"…it is such a waste…a girl like her with such great parents…"
I'm used to all this whispering. They were always whispering. With all the rumors flying about, I always find out something new about myself.
"…did you know, she went to drug rehab when she was six!"
Really…I never did drugs before…
"…she is such a bitch, you know, she tried to hit on my boyfriend once…what a freak-o"
Hate to burst your bubble, but I never had contact with anyone other than the teachers in this school…because I'm such 'a freak-o'.
"…once, she like tried to hit on me, I was like 'Ew, sorry but I 'm not like, lesbo'. I mean she like totally loves me or something but—"
I cut her off "Hey Amy, I know you've been trying to get me to go out with you for ages but… ew, sorry but I'm not like lesbo"
I hate her. Yes, I mean Amy Burnham, that bitch, she's been going at me ever since I came here, stupid snobby rich brat. The only reason I'm in this damned private school's because of my parents, my rich and oh so famous parents. My dad's Michael Boothes, the actor. My mom's Jennifer Entrent, the creator of the clothing line Dare and the top designer of it as well.
Well, all I can say for myself is that everyone hates me in this school, even the teachers. They hate me because I like black. They hate me because I wear black. They hate me because I dyed my hair black. They're all weirdos.
I opened my locker and grabbed all the books I needed and headed to the classroom.
"Ok, class, today we're going to study the science of…" Mr. Sworthy droned on.
I yawned and tried to pay attention. Surprising as it is, even if I dozed off in class, I still manage to maintain an A for this class.
The bell finally rang, after 1½ hours of total boredom. Ok, I lied. It wasn't boring because I slept through it. But life's like this all the time. I dragged myself off the seat, slung my bag over my shoulder and walked out of the humongous room.
I walked to the locker and picked up my timetable. I banged my head on the locker a couple of times. Even fate hated me. Right at the end of schedule for Tuesday was two words. AP Calculus. Damn.
I was so close to crying tears of joy when AP Calculus was finally over. I dumped all the books into my locker and was more than happy to slam that door shut. I walked towards my dear beloved black and red Harley Davidson bike. I sighed as I remembered the day I got my bike.
"You bought a WHAT?!" Mom yelled.
"A bike mom, a Harley Davidson" I replied nodding towards the shiny new bike.
"But you're a GIRL! Girls don't have bikes, girls like you have LIMOS" Mom explained waving her hands about.
" Mom, you're being unreasonable, me not taking a limo is saving you lots of money" Mom was about to cut in but I continued before she could. "And, if I arrive to school in a limo, strangers will know I'm rich and they will hire kidnappers to kidnap and hold me hostage. Now, do you want that to happen to your one and only daughter? I didn't think so. So I'm off now" I said and made a dash for my bike.
I sighed again and put on my helmet, sat on the bike and rode off to the mansion I call home.
When I reached the gate, I said my name, pressed my thumb onto the pad, opened my eye to the scanner and waited for the gate to open. I know it's a lot for just one mansion but, lets just say my parents were a bit paranoid. The heavy steel gate opened and I drove my bike another mile before I reached the door of the mansion (in case you were wondering, my parents were hoping that the one-mile walk would tire the robber ,if he managed to get in, such that he would start panting a lot and the people in the mansion would wake up and catch him in time).
I parked my bike in the garage and went into the house. Just to see mom sit on the couch. Oh. No.
"Honey! You're back! How's school? Did you do anything fun?" Mom rushed over and gave me a life-threatening hug.
"Yes mom, I'm back. School's boring like always, and the word 'school' and 'fun' just cannot be used in the same sentence" I replied dully.
Mom sighed "Well sugar, if you wanna switch schools you could…"
I looked at her. Then a smile lighted my face (which was really rare).
"Mom, that's a great idea, can I switch to a public school? I've been thinking about New Haven High but—"
"You want to move to a public school. A public school?" Mom repeated, as though the idea was totally preposterous.
"Well mom, I've been in a private school my whole life, I wanna try something new. Please mom? Pleeeeease?" I begged.
"We-ell" Mom started, looking really reluctant. "You really sure?"
"Yea"
"Really really sure?"
"Yes"
"Really, really, uber sure?"
"Yes"
"A hundred percent sure?"
"For the last time mom, YES!" I said exasperatedly.
"Fine, then" Mom said, looking a little disappointed. "Which school?"
"Well, New Haven High is real close…" I said trailing off.
"I'll phone them" Mom sighed again.
"Thanks Mom!" I grinned, giving her a hug (no, I will not reduce to squealing).
Mom smiled.
And that was how it all started. As pathetic as it was, it's true, that's how I believe my real high school life started. Where the fun began…
A/N: Ok, this is a new story…plz r & r…PLEASE…(starts begging)