In the End

Chapter 1 *chloe's pov

I walked out of the moving truck with a sigh. I didn't want to move schools, this is the 3rd time moving in the past two years. My new school was called Lakewood Junior High and I was not excited to go there. It's this private school with a bunch of "rich kids" people would say. The last thing I wanted was drama, it's the worst and I always seem to be the one getting into it.
I walked into my new North Carolina house. Not too big, a good size. I take all my stuff out of the moving truck, and start unpacking. I start my new school tomorrow and I certainly did not want to go. Maybe I could pretend to be sick? Could I pull it off? "Mom I don't feel good could I maybe stay home tomorrow?" I yelled downstairs thinking that I might be able to pull it off. "Chloe, I know what you're doing and yes you're going to school tomorrow" ughhhhhh I pick out an outfit. A blue and pink kimono with boyfriend jeans, and Jesus sandals. Then, I straighten my brown hair that's usually really curly.
I get my blue backpack ready and put everything inside. I don't even know why I'm trying to look good, it's not like I'm actually going to make new friends, or even get a boyfriend. So what's the point?
I couldn't fall asleep at all at night. The clock was ticking closer and closer until I would have to go to my new school. I eventually fall asleep at 3:00am.
6:00am***
I only got 3 hours of sleep last night, so I'm a wreck. I have bags under my eyes, and I could barley keep them open. I've been scared of this day ever since I knew that I was going to move. I didn't want to move schools, I'm not going to have any friends, or maybe I might even have to eat lunch on the floor. I sigh as I get ready for school. I put my make up on, and get ready. I always go to Starbucks before school, so for breakfast I have a yogurt parfait, and a blueberry muffin. "Are you ready for your first day?" My mom said while driving to school. I just rolled my eyes. "What's wrong?" She said. "Nothing I'm fine." I say with a high gone voice. We get to my new school, while we pull up I feel a tear coming down my cheek.