A Book?

Here's my first chapter :) Inspiration was there lol. Tell me what you think okay?

Chapter one:

The Entrance

“Wake up! Time for your first day in 8^th grade, darling! Let’s go,” my dad practically yelled at me. As he was saying those words, so many thoughts ran through my head. First, who wakes up their teenage daughter, more excited for school than they are? Secondly, the light hurts, (especially when you’ve been staying up until 4 a.m. for the past three or so months, still not able to adjust to the “time difference”.) And lastly, the first day of school?! Are you kidding me? As if moving from another state where I was hated wasn’t bad enough, now I have to make a good impression, not only on the girls but more importantly, the guys?

Sitting up and still rubbing my eyes, I slowly walk towards that burning light, quickly turned it off and rushed back to bed. Oh how I’ll miss the wonderful feeling of a thick comforter keeping me safe, warm, and comfortable. Honestly, I only wanted to rest my eyes. But the bed is just so soft and…and....unable to respond to myself, I drifted back to sleep. “Eh, what’s a few minutes going to hurt?” I thought. What seemed to be five minutes, later turned into thirty-five.

I jolted awake seeing the sun outside of the windows. And I thought fluorescents were bad. With the a little time left to actually look decent, I put on the first outfit that I could find, ran to the bathroom taking my makeup along for the long car ride, and brushed the knot I call my hair. (I think I'd get every knot tying patch there is, if you know, hair counted.)Slowly making my way downstairs to eat breakfast, I stumbled upon my backpack which said, “Bus leaves at 7:30, better hurry. Love dad.”

I’m not sure what angle he was trying to go for, seeing as how it was 7:21 already and there’s a full half mile from the bus stop to my house. Maybe he was trying to be funny but blunt, mean but annoying, who knows. As I was running to my bus stop, all I could think of was, “What will they think of me? Am I going to have no friends at all again? Are they mean? Yes! I avoided the dog crap! Seems to be like land mines around here. Mental note: either look down a lot or bring another pair of shoes, just in case. Of course almost every kid in the world has first day of school jitters but hopefully not as badly as I do.

As I came up to the bus stop, all I could see were tall, thin people, each looking like a super model. . Not one was frowning, not one was afraid of school. Thinking this was a little odd, I quickly made my way past them, trying not to attract unnecessary attention. “Oh shoot, they all looked. Why didn’t you wake up earlier? There is such a thing as alarm clocks, you know. Maybe this is a way of you being told that this place isn’t meant for you” I thought. Each one of them slowly met their gaze with mine, quickly turned around and started laughing. Great, already being laughed at and school hadn’t even started.

Standing there waiting, I noticed a large yellow bus coming to the stop. It’s been ages since I’ve ridden a bus, let alone a car to school. This will be interesting. Everybody wrestled their way on, pushing and shoving through the door. Weren't people supposed to hate the bus? The bad smell and the little or no air condition available on a really hot day? Man this place is weird. As aI approached the door, somebody’s arm flew up and hit me in the face. Thanks for that…. Backing up and waiting for everybody to get on, I slowly climbed into the large yellow bus and wondered why everyone had to be so violent. Not a single seat has more than one or two people! I went up to a seat that had a lot of room and wheel bump. Sitting down, the kid slid his mud covered shoes under me and I barely touched them. “Stupid kid…” I said under my breath. As I headed towards the back, each and every person sitting got quiet and glared at me. “Stop holding up the bus and go to the front! This is our spot.”

I went to the front of the bus and had to share a seat with a kid that smelled like old onions and wet dog. Halfway through the ride, I started pulling my makeup bag out to see the blush exploded all over everything. Looking for some napkins or hand sanitizer to clean everything, I asked the first few rows and each one of them laughed and mocked me. I was mocked by little eleven year olds. For some reason, Hawaii wasn’t sounding so bad now.

Suddenly, someone tapped my shoulder, making me jump out of my seat a little. It was a girl with the same name as I did. Katelin. She’s a year younger and she seemed to be nice but a little--oh how do I say this--weird. The first thing noticeable about her was her unruly hair and the way she talked. She kept saying things like, “eureka!” But I kept applying my makeup, trying to make it look like it was so tedious and needed so much focus. Was distantly listening to a lonely girl stand up to the plate and make a new friend so bad? Hey, my first friend! Not exactly clique I’d wanted but better than nothing.

She literally spoke the entre time. It’s great to know that you can say the alphabet backwards and wonderful to know that your mom paid a total of $80 on that shirt you’re wearing. I’m not sure if she noticed, but money and other people bragging about it bothered the HECK out of me. My family and I are poor. Well, more middle class actually, but here we’re poor. I’m forced to live with the upper middle class and see their $100+ outfits that they got with their allowances the other day. Screw that, I’ve never had an allowance.

We pulled up to the school and a wave of relief surged through me. No more annoying voices in my ear, specifically the one who’s name sounded exactly like mine. I got off the bus as quickly as I could, trying to get to the office. “Dang it Katelin, couldn’t you have been faster? Terrific, just terrific, footsteps. And 4, 3, 2-crap she’s coming.” I said to myself. “HEY KATELIN! WHY ARE YOU GOING SO FAST?” Katelyn said out of breath trying to catch up which provoked me to go faster and towards the groups of people.

Nobody bothered with slight movement here; they all turned their heads at once, most saying in unison, “What the heck is up with her shirt?” Looking down, I was soon to realize that it was tie dye.

Why not come into school with color? Trying to convince myself that it’ll be alright, I ran to the bathroom and began to cry. Not because I was embarrassed but it just felt good. Today was supposed to the perfect. Everybody was supposed to be in awe of me, thinking that the new girl was cool.

“Hey, Katelin?” I heard a nasal voice say. “You seem pretty upset about the shirt. How about we trade? You can keep mine, there’s a plethora of them at my house.”

“Are you serious? It was $80! And, plethora?” I responded. “Yeah, my word of the day.” She said with pride and a little giggle as if there was some inside joke I didn’t get. “Just take mine.” She said throwing her brand new Juicy Couture shirt over the bathroom stall. We both walked out of that bathroom smiling, looking overjoyed. I was smiling because finally, someone was nice and caring. She was happy because she wasn’t alone anymore. Let’s just hope that I’m not always stuck like this. Sorry Katelyn but, I’ve got bigger dreams to fulfill here, my last chance at a new beginning.

The bell rang and the hallways began to be filled with laughter and gossip. Who knew that there was gossip over the summer says the homebody. I couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of it all. “See you later Katelin!” She said with complete and utter happiness, as if she were really my friend. Turning around, I waved slightly and walked to my class.

Period one: Math.