Don't You Just Love High School! (Sarcasm)

**Chapter 1** Bus Stop

"Mom, please I beg of you!" I asked her for the fifteenth time.

"No! I'm your mother, and I will not accept my daughter missing her first day of high school! Besides, you should be excited! It's like a new beggining."

Sometimes moms just don't understand, ya know? So the next day, I had to go to high school. All I wanted to do was maybe delay it for a year or so. Is that such a big deal? I mean starting your first year of high school when you weren't the coolest girl in school isn't a hop-to kind of thing. The night before the "big day", as my mother called it, I was texting my friends. Some were excited. Well, most were, actually. We texted about what we would wear and our schedules. I decided I was gonna wear a regular shirt. That's right, just a plain white shirt with nothing on it but a dull color. This was because I had no idea what the other and older high-schoolers would be wearing. It sucked! My favorite shirts were graphic tees, but it's better to be safe than embarrassed. A black tank would be underneath though so I wouldn't be such a plain Jane! I would wear the darkest skinny jeans I had. The dark color was more in. For shoes I would wear my Vans. They were gray so they pretty much matched anything.

The next day, when I walked to the end of my drive way, I could tell I was getting more and more nervous. My stomach had this hungry feel to it. I knew that that was impossible since I had just had a gigantic breakfast, a stack of pancakes with a big glass of milk. Then, my stomach felt all sick. I thought I was going to throw up! Finally, I got to the last stage, which is tingling. It was the regular butterflies-in-the-stomach thing. Oh well, I knew the feeling would pass once I saw some other kids show up at the bus stop. Errrr! Why did I have to show up first! Come on Matt, Rep, Angelo, Miranda, and Katelyn! Please don't let me be the only one riding the bus on the first day of high school!

Finally, I saw Rep walking down his driveway. He was wearing a black muscle shirt, of course! He was wearing black and blue plaid board shorts as if he was going surfing right after school. I was surprised he was walking and wasn't driving something by now! He was already 16. He had a late birthday and failed 8th grade so he was in my class last year. It had to be intimidating for him to be in classes with everyone a year to two years younger than him. When in our reality, he was the intimidating one. I mean jeese! He even goes by the name Rep!

"Hi, Timothy." I giggled quietly.

"Hey. That's off limits! Especially for you...uh..chica." he tried to save himself.

Oh my gosh. What a MMMMM! I tried not to curse even though it wasn't like I was saying it out loud, but still. He didn't even remember my name! We had had two classes together last year! In one of the classes I even sat beside him! We even talked at the bus stop last year! Plus, he lived in my neighborhood! Whatever! I would just call him by his birth name for a while, which I knew would piss him off.

"Uh yeah sure, Timothy!"

"Girl, you pushin' my buttons!" he said with a smile because he thinks he's hot and girls will just act on every word.

"I'm pushing your buttons?? You don't even know my name!!"

"Why should I?"

"Ya know what? You're a jerk!"

"Oh, well I am so sorry that I don't know every chicks' name that knows me! Jeese! You don't have to be a bitch about it!"

I remained silent. I really didn't feel like getting into a fight with some guy who thinks he's a hot shot and can treat all girls like they aren't anything. And I know "jerk" wasn't the best insult, but I was trying not to curse. God, please make this day better, I thought to myself.

Right then, Miranda starting walking down to the bus stop. Thanks God!, I prayed. I never could figure out how me and Miranda were friends. I mean she always looked spectacular, was super awesome, had a great personality, knew what to say at exactly the right time, and had amazing clothes!! She was wearing super cute black high heels that made her look like the perfect height. She had on skinny jeans, not as dark as mine, but it didn't matter considering she was Miranda. Her shirt was a silver tank with rhinestones. She had a black coverup over just barely meeting dress code. Of course, she didn't even have a bookbag. Miranda was that cool. All she had was her purse, black with rhinestones. Even her black curly hair seemed to look right with her outfit. It matched...of course. I, on the other hand, had brown hair that was straight as a board, had a few clothes I loved and others that were alright, was awkward at times, didn't always know what to say, and looked okay. On a good day, I was an "Ehh" from a guy's opinion.

"Ahhh!!! Michelle!!" Miranda yelled as she ran in her heels, which was impressive, and almost sacked me!

"Ah..hey! I'm guessing you're excited??"

"Hell yeah! You aren't?"

"Watch the language, and definitely no!"

"Blah, blah! We're in high school. No one cares any more. You should be excited!"

Really? She had to become my mother now!

"So what's up, Rep?" she had to ask!

"Uh.. not much." he said as he took out one of his earbuds, "You sure are looking good though!"

"Shut up!" she laughed. Oh my God!!! Please don't let that happen! Those two??

"Oh you're starting to sound like your friend now!" he said, thinking he was witty.

"What?" she said like she was trying to be a bimbo in front of him, but she looked at me for the answer.

"It's nothing." I answered.

"She got pissed over nothing and started yelling at me, but don't worry 'bout it." he explained from his messed up point of view.

"Oh..what were you mad about Mic?" she asked, calling me by her nickname for me.

"Nothing. Just nothing. He forgot my name and didn't think it was really a thing so ...nevermind. Really, it's nothing."

"Forgot?? How would I know it in the first place? I mean I don't even know how you know my name any way!" he said.

"Are you joking?? You are a douche!" Miranda said putting him in his place.

"Wow! Take her side over mine! Really Miranda? How am I supposed to know a random chick's name?"

"She's not a random chick. Until now, she was your friend! Ha! You can forget that now, I'm sure!"

Thankfully, the bus pulled around the corner a couple minutes after. No one else had shown up to the stop so it was still just us three. Rep got in front of us, like I expected. I knew the kids on the bus could see us through the windows. I didn't want to walk too fast. That would make me look like a nerd. Then I would seem like I was eager to get to school. NOT COOL! If I walked too slow...then well.. I guess that would just look weird. Yeah I know I think too much!

I got on last. Miranda walked in front of me. I was planning on sitting with her, hopefully on the outside. Everyone wants to sit on the outside. If you sit on the inside, there's no one to talk to but your seat partner. Rep sat down in the fifth seat to the back by himself sitting his Under Armor backpack on the inside. He was across from Matt, which confused me how he was already on the bus. Miranda walked past them. I glanced at Rep and Matt. Matt waved that wave I love, where only his first two fingers and thumb are up, and he would make one quick movement with them. I gave a small smile, until I looked over at Rep's wave. Then I realized it was only one finger he was holding up.