Dry Ice, chapter 1

Today is the first day of high school, and i can already tell its going to be the worst year yet. My best friend Lauren moved away this summer, and I dont have that many other friends. Its hard for me to make new ones too.
I slowly got out of bed and picked out my clothes for today. I chose a green ramones tank top and my favorite jeans. At the last second, I grabbed my guitar pick necklace. Lauren has one just like it. We made them right before she moved. I had been teaching her how to play guitar. The thought of that made tears prick the back of my eyes, and I quickly blinked them away. Then I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and combed out my dark brown hair. I thought about putting on eyeliner, but decided against it. I dont look very good in make up, and enough people think im a freak without me acctually looking like one. I put in my contact lenses, and glared at my refelection. My eyes are dark brown, about the same color as my hair. I wish they were blue or green. Brown is so commen and boring. Then I ran downstairs and laced up my black high top converse. I grabbed my stuff and ran out the door.
When I got to my homeroom, there were only a few seats open. One was next to Billie Joe. We had been friends since fourth grade, and next to Lauren, hes my closest friend. I went over to go sit by him.
"Hey" I said, sitting down.
"Hi Allie. Hey, wheres Lauren? You two were always together last year." Billie asked.
"Oh. She moved away." I replied, looking away.
"That sucks. She was pretty cool. Oh, look. Theres a new guy" Billie pointed accross the room to a boy with dirty blonde hair and soft blue eyes. He looked pretty nervous, and I knew what it was like to be the new kid. I had moved here when I was in fourth grade and didnt know anyone. I caught the boys eye and pointed to an empty seat next to me. The guy walked over and sat down.
"Hi. I'm Mike" he said quietly. Wow, his eyes are a really pretty shade of blue I thought.
"I'm Allie and this is Billie Joe," I said. Billie looked at Mike and smiled. Mike smiled back. He has a nice smile.
"Hey, do you play guitar?" Mike asked, looking at my necklace.
"Yeah. Since I was ten. So does Billie Joe. Why, do you?" I anwered.
"Yeah. Thats cool." Mike said and smiled. Just then the teacher walked up to the front of the room and clapped his hands. We all shut up.
"Welcome to high school, everyone. Before we get to know eachother and the new school and teachers, I'd LIke to make an announcement. There will be a back to school dance next friday night at 7:00. It will be a good oppurtunity to meet new people and see your old friends."
Oh shit. A dance. I hated those things. Usually Lauren and me went together, but now that shes gone I dont know what I'll do. I could go with Billie and Mike, but they probobly will have dates. Billie Joe is already eyeing up some girl accross the romm. I guess I'll just stay home. I was so busy worring about it, I couldnt even hear the teacher talking. When the bell rang, everyone ran out except for me. I walked out slowly.
When I found my new locker, I shoved all my crap in there with out making it organized. The person on the left of me, Emma, is a total bitch. I cant stand her. But when I looked to my right, I saw that Mikes locker was right next to mine. Thats cool.
"Hey Allie! Looks like we're locker buddies. Did you get your schedule yet?" Mike said. He didnt look so nervous now and seemed pretty nice.
"Yeah. Do you?" I said back, pulling out my schedule.
"Yeah, look were in a lot of the same classes!" Mike said. That made me happy. That way I knew I would have some some people to talk to and I wouldnt be such and outcast.

Later on, after school, I walked out of the building talking to Mike and Billie Joe. When I asked Mike where his new house was, I found out he only lived a block away. Now I wont have to walk home alone every day. That was good.
"Hey, do you guys want to go get somthing at Starbucks?" Billie asked.
"Yeah, that sounds good" I said.
"Sure!" Mike said.
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