Her Side of The Story
Part One
I was around 5, and I loved to sing, me and my best friend ever. We sang together almost everyday, we went to concerts, and just about anywhere else, singing. He was good at it, and so was I. Everyone always said we would be together forever.
"Scar, I have something for you..." and then all I heard was a magical, vibrant voice, singing a song I remember from a long time ago...and it's interrupted by annoying Beeping noises. My alarm.
I open my eyes slowly, dreading the day ahead of me. Oh how I wish I could just turn off that stupid alarm and go back to sleep. This was just another "wonderful" day at the jungle our parents like to call school, except today, is a friday. I guess school is a pretty okay place, if your the type of person who actually likes the fact about getting out of your house and having somewhere to go.
I slowly get out of bed, not even thinking about making it even a little bit neat. I walk into my bathroom and turn on my shower, getting in and then hopping back out about 17 minutes later. Sighing as I go to my room and get dressed, then taking out my hair dryer and drying my hair, put make-up on. Then I focus on straightening my hair. The usual routine for me.
I gather everything up and look in the mirror before I leave my house, putting my cellphone and MP3 Player in my pocket, then I leave. I never really understood the reason of me taking a bus, when my school was only about a 20 minute walk. So, I walked, watching as kids at my bus stop stared at me and asking stupid questions like, "Why does she walk, the bus is quicker!".
They obviously dont realise that the bus just takes them around a stupid route. Plus, I like to be alone, and think for a while listening to my music. It seems as if noone around here actually gets me. They see me, my clothes, and see how I act. They just sit there and judge me on what "seems to be". I arrive at school, looking at all the different types of groups there are. Like any other school you got your Cheerleaders and Jocks, they are always together. Football Season, cheerleaders go for football players. But as soon as basketball season comes around they bounce and go to them.
Then you got your usual Preps. They hang out with all the cheerleaders, and just about every other person associated with them like Jocks and just, well if you've been to a normal highschool then you know what I mean. Then you got your smarter kids, or as you may have heard them as nerds. They are all okay, I mean everyone lies to them to make them do their homework. They all seem nice to me, I mean I probably wouldn't hang around with them or anything. But still, my point is that they are just all interesting and very, very smart.
Then, not to far from them you see the people I like to call "Druggies and Drinkers". They are all pretty much what they are named. They like to party alot and hang around places to "be chill". Then you got Just about everyone else. I on the other hand, don't fit into any groups. I guess I'm too original to actually fit into any group, and I guess that's how I became a loner. There's a few people I talk to, I just aren't really "friends" with them. There was only one friend I had. And he didn't go to school. He dropped out.
The school Day goes by slowly, until the lunch bell rings. By the time I walk in, everyone is taking their lunches to their tables and talking, very loudly. I Sit down at a table where my "friends" sit at. We talk, and stuff, we just never hang out.
Around this time of the day, some prank-ster tries to ruin everybody's lunch. And just like that, the lights go off and all I can hear is screams fill my ears, and suddenly, the lights flash on and theres food on the floor. A group of guys all high-five eachother. "Wow" I say under my breath.
Around the end of lunch, everyone runs by the doors to get to class. Even though there is really five minutes left. I sit there at my table alone, listening to everyone gossip and laugh. I couldn't wait to get to my last few classes, then leave. And the bell rang loudly and everyone ran to get to class.
As I stood up, the chains I wore on my pants that day, were making a loud chiming noise. As I walked throughout the halls, the chains kept moving, and people watched me, walking with my books pressed against my chest, and my head down. They thought I was a freak, and sometimes I couldn't blame them.
A few classes later, the day was finally over, and Everybody, including me, was glad it was time to go home. Most kids were talking about the Friday parties, others were going to the Mall, and the rest were just glad they could get more sleep. I was going to go home, and see my family, hopefully they'd like to see me too.
I started walking home, and it started raining. "Just my luck." I whispered under my breath. As I drew closer to my house, I noticed a moving truck, and hoped it wasn't for us. I walked closer seeing my father and brother carrying out furniture. My little sister, was sitting on the porch crying and screaming. "I don't want to go!"
I walk up to my father and looked at him angrily. "When were you going to tell me we were leaving." He stared at me and smiled, "Scarlett, you woke up to early to tell you. I was going to tell you when I woke up, but you were gone, and already at school." I ran to my room and looked around at all my things already packed. "I thought you'd need some help, so I packed up for you." I turn seeing my brother at the door, so I hugged him and thanked him. He was the only one in the house that understood me.
After two dreadful hours of packing, I decided to say goodbye to the town, I had two hours to do so. Now, I should probably mention my one friend now, huh? Well his name was Damon, and we were born on the same day, and our mothers were best friends, until mine ran off. I went to his house to say goodbye to him but his mother answered the door.
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