My life as Alice Stoner., chapter 1
School. That word made me throw up a little in my mouth. I hated it just that much. Everytime I went, everyone gave me shit. Mostly for the way I dressed. But I wouldn't change the way I dressed for anyone. No one. Not a single soul. I was me, that was it.
The bell rang; it saved me from this oh so terrible class. History. My least favorite. Not that I even have a favorite. Ok, maybe I do. Creative Writing. I could write about anything and not get bitched at. My writing expressed me, and only me. not what someone else thought. That's why I loved it.
I stumbled out the door, into the hallway full of kids. Highschool, or, Hell High, wasn't what everyone thought it would be. I squeezed my way through the loads of jocks, preps, and other clones to get to my math class.
By the time I got there, everyone had scurried to their next class. I was alone in the halls. I saw Sonny, leaning against the math class door. He looked my way, I looked back. He pulled out a pack of smokes and signaled for me to meet him in the back of the feild. I did so. Need I mention, I had the hugest crush on him?
He pulled out a ciggy for me and I placed it in my mouth. He lit me up. I sucked in the wonderful smoke and exhaled it in the fresh air. This made me relax a little. "So.. " he started. His slickness made him look so sexy. "You were headed to math?"
"Yeah." I replied, trying ever so hard to look cool.
"Fuck numbers," He said, while puffing out smoke, "Those things are confusing enough, with the adding and subtracting and whatnot."
"Yeah.. I know."
He looked at me then. Damn, those eyes. So...fierce. Strong. Beautiful. I looked back at him. His eyes made my heart skip a beat. Too damn bad he had a girlfriend.
"Come with me."He motioned. I followed him.
We had made it out to the school parking lot, where I spotted Mrs. Hamilton, our principal.
"Mr. Sparks," Mrs. Hamilton said aloud, "I should have known. You ditching on a Monday morning. I see you brought a friend..." her voice trailed off.
Sonny dragged himself to Mrs. Hamilton, I stayed in my spot. "You too.." She motioned for me to come. I, like Sonny, dragged myself too.
The next thing I knew I was in Mrs. Hamilton's office, waiting to be called in to be punished.
Great.
The bell rang; it saved me from this oh so terrible class. History. My least favorite. Not that I even have a favorite. Ok, maybe I do. Creative Writing. I could write about anything and not get bitched at. My writing expressed me, and only me. not what someone else thought. That's why I loved it.
I stumbled out the door, into the hallway full of kids. Highschool, or, Hell High, wasn't what everyone thought it would be. I squeezed my way through the loads of jocks, preps, and other clones to get to my math class.
By the time I got there, everyone had scurried to their next class. I was alone in the halls. I saw Sonny, leaning against the math class door. He looked my way, I looked back. He pulled out a pack of smokes and signaled for me to meet him in the back of the feild. I did so. Need I mention, I had the hugest crush on him?
He pulled out a ciggy for me and I placed it in my mouth. He lit me up. I sucked in the wonderful smoke and exhaled it in the fresh air. This made me relax a little. "So.. " he started. His slickness made him look so sexy. "You were headed to math?"
"Yeah." I replied, trying ever so hard to look cool.
"Fuck numbers," He said, while puffing out smoke, "Those things are confusing enough, with the adding and subtracting and whatnot."
"Yeah.. I know."
He looked at me then. Damn, those eyes. So...fierce. Strong. Beautiful. I looked back at him. His eyes made my heart skip a beat. Too damn bad he had a girlfriend.
"Come with me."He motioned. I followed him.
We had made it out to the school parking lot, where I spotted Mrs. Hamilton, our principal.
"Mr. Sparks," Mrs. Hamilton said aloud, "I should have known. You ditching on a Monday morning. I see you brought a friend..." her voice trailed off.
Sonny dragged himself to Mrs. Hamilton, I stayed in my spot. "You too.." She motioned for me to come. I, like Sonny, dragged myself too.
The next thing I knew I was in Mrs. Hamilton's office, waiting to be called in to be punished.
Great.
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