Fade Into You

001: School

For thirteen years, Tracy Freeland was the perfect daughter, the straight smart-A student, and the girl who blended in the background. But being invisible is a dangerous thing in junior high. 

Evie was the most beautiful, magnetic, and wildly reckless; the most hottest, most Sexy girl in school. But Little Miss Evie is everything even though Evie is going through a lot at home, she still flexes her beauty and is still the most popular girl in junior high along with her friends, but Tracy isn't, and Tracy will do absolutely just about anything to breathe the same air that Evie breathes.  

But this was just the first beginning in Tracy's life; it wasn't the last, though. She just had a lot to take care of first, and that was getting through the hellhole of junior high in the seventh grade. 

-Going to school-

"Mom, seriously, I'm gonna  be late for school. Ugh, come on, Mason, hurry up, you slowpoke!!!"

"Ok, ok, Tracy, I'm coming. Stop the fussing, alright?"

"Tracy, hush up, will you, and go get in the car. Quit your yelling; it's so damn annoying, Gezz."

"Oh, you shut up, you idiot; just because I'm happy for the first day of school doesn't mean you have to start messing with me, you loser."

"Guys, enough. It's too early in the morning for this. Just  get in the car guys, please and thank you. What am I going to do with the two of you seriously"?.

-At school drop off-

"Bye, Mom. See ya. Love you."

"Bye Tracy, love you too, and, uh, Tracy, please look after your brother for me, please, and make sure he doesn't get into any trouble, ok?" Her mom tells her while Smiling.

"Alright, Mom, ok, ok, I've got to go, bye," Tracy says while smiling.

- In School, inside the building -

"Geez man, is this junior high? Ok, like sixth grade was totally way more better than this. Why is everyone dressed up like this? Well, at least I look cute and dandy", I said to myself happily. 

"Ew, look at her. Yeah, why is she dressed like that? What a lesbo. Who the heck wears their hair in pigtails in junior high?, She is so not like The Popular kids. Oi' she really looks like a filthy bloody lousy clown".

Tracy's POV in her mind: Ugh, why do people have to be such assholes to me? Like, I've done nothing wrong. Maybe this school year will be good for me, or maybe not; I just hope I don't get bullied again.

-In Class-

"Hello, I'm, uh, Tracy. I'm... I'm... new here. Is this my class?" Tracy says nervously.

"Yes, oh, um, Tracy Freeland"? The teacher says while smiling a bit.

"Yeah, I'm her, the new chick, right? I said as I chuckled nervously.

'Right, uh, go take your seat. 'Alright, everyone, take your seats, get out your notebooks and a pencil, and get ready to take some notes."

"Hey, hey, you pass me that. Go ahead, pass it to me, get it, you wet dog." The guy said with a rude grin."

" JUST Leave me alone; I'm NOT getting that stupid pencil off the floor for a guy who is a sicko and a loser, and last time I checked I am NOT a wet dog; you're the wet dog, you dipshit," I whispered angrily.

"Listen, if you don't get the damn pencil, I'll break your fucking neck," he whispered back angrily.

Tracy's POV in her mind: Ugh, I'm going to kill this guy. I can't believe he's talking to me like I'm his child or something.