I'M NOT CRAZY! You must be delusional [ON HOLD]

I'm not crazy Part 1

Sofie POV

"SOFIE! ARE YOU READY FOR SCHOOL YET!" My mom yelled up the stairs. I sighed and got up, quickly throwing on a purple tank top with neon green skinny jeans and an oversize black zip up hoodie.

My name is Sofie Jay. I have long honey colored hair that goes to my waist and bright purple eyes. Now I know what you're thinking, she must have contacts or something, either that or she is lying! But I really do have bright, almost neon, purple eyes. I love them but people are always asking me if I'm wearing contacts or not and when I tell them no they think I'm lying! Why would someone ask if they are just going to deny the truth anyways! Urgh, damn annoying hippos. Anyways, I am pretty short, like 5'1", and am naturally skinny. My friends are always bugging me about my smallnocity (not a real word btw) and they usually just call me Birdie. Apparently I'm small and annoying and hyper like a bird. I know, I never knew birds were hyper either... Well, besides hummingbirds. Those things don't freaking take a break! Their wings just go FLAPFLAPFLAPFLAPFLAPFLAPFLAPFLAPFLAPFLAPFLAPFLA-

"SOFIE!!!"

I slipped on some black converse and quickly slid down the banister of the stairs. I giggled to myself. I love doing this.

I quickly ran into the kitchen after smelling food. I grinned when I saw the plate of bacon, scrambled eggs, and buttered toast with a glass of orange juice. I quickly scarfed it down and ran out after saying bye to my mom and dad.

I got into my beloved purple Porsche. Sighing at the thought of going to a new school this year, I started towards the dreaded Franklin High school. It didn't hit me until now that I was actually going to a new school. Bleh, now I have to make new friends that will accept me for my... unnormalness. AND YES! That IS a word, at least it is in the Sofie Dictionary.

Arriving into the school parking lot, I saw everyone turning to look at my car. I know it's awesome, but they should really just take a picture of it and get over it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone actually taking a picture of my car with his phone. Wow, didn't think anyone would be weird enough to do that. I grinned, at least I know there are some decent people in this school.

As I stepped out of the car, I saw a bunch of people staring at me. Gosh, didn't they learn that staring is rude? My mommy would always yell at me for staring. But I didn't know that staring at a guy in a wheelchair was bad. I was trying to use superpowers to give him new legs. I think that makes me innocent and not guilty.

Ignoring the staring, I headed over to the office and got my schedule. It read:

Homeroom: Mr Hall

1st hour: Math- Mr. Hewicke

2nd hour: English- Miss Lewiss

3rd hour: PE- Mr. Palin