I walked into Algebra 2, the most boring class on the planet. I sit down with my books setting them down on the table.
It's a new school year and I'm ready to face it with an open mind. No repeats of last year, no making friends, no meeting any new guys and getting involved with them. This year is going to be different. At least that's what I kept telling myself...
This is what kept running through my head on the first day of school.
Hi, I'm Lexi Jenkins. I'm an eighteen year old senior who goes to North Valley, home of the Coyotes. I'm a Normal teenage girl just trying to get through high school.
Little bit of a background on me: My parents split up when I was ten. I have a little sister named Fay, and an older brother named Jason. We rotate weeks with our parents, spending one week with our dad and the other week with our mom. My favorite color is blue and I like pop music.
That's enough about me. Let's get on with the story...
You already kinda know I have a past. So let's talk about it. When I was fourteen, I started realising I was a child who has divorced parents and I was also surrounded by kids who had divorced parents. I became very depressed, but I didn't want to show it. I wanted to be tough all the time, that was my signature thing. Be tough and don't let anyone walk all over you. That being said, I became a rebel. I still listened to my parents--occasionally--because I love them with all of my heart.
Then, one day, I happened to walk in on my mom having sex with some young dude. I swear he was like twenty or something. My mom is almost in her forties, so I kind of figured she was going through a midlife crisis.
All things aside, I was still pretty pissed. I stormed out of the huge house we have and ran over to my dad's place. There, he told me that him and my mom have been divorced for awhile and it's ok for my mom to have sex with other men. Me being fourteen, I obviously didn't wanna believe that my parents were done and over with, because that would shatter my vision of true love, and rightfully so it did.
I use to be a hopeless romantic. Now, every time I hear the R word I wanna vomit. After "the incident" as I call it, I stopped getting close to my mom after a while and I havent really talked to her since I was fifteen. Let's just say I'm still very mad.
Anyways, that's the background I'm giving you as of now. You'll learn more as we go along, don't worry.
Flashback: First day of school
Alright. Just have to make it past this first day and I'll be good for the rest of the year. I just have to remember the one golden rule I gave myself and I'll be just fine.
I look down in my schedule to see what my first class is. Oh Algebra 2 that sounds like a boring class. I guess I'd better get there before I'm late.
I laugh in my head and start walking to the classroom. I walk in to notice a tall female standing at the chalk board. I approach her and tap her on the shoulder. She makes a sudden jumping movement and turns to face me rather quickly.
"Oh hi there, may I help you?" She says pushing her glasses up.
"Hi, I'm new here and I have you on my schedule," I say trying to be as polite as possible.
"Oh why don't you have a seat right there and I'll check the attendance sheet," She says, pointing to the seat in the front.
I go and place my books on the desk. All of a sudden everybody turns to look at me and gasps. A girl at the back of the room shouts "Mrs Henderson look!" The girl points at me and the desk I'm sitting in. I look at the teacher and notice her face is as white as the attendance sheet she's holding I'm her hand.
"Is something wrong?" I ask.
"That seat is taken." Mrs Henderson says with a shaky voice.
"I'm sorry but there's no one sitting here for today Mrs. Henderson, I think I'm ok." I said.
As soon as I said that the whole class gasped. They all sounded like they were in fear. I looked to see what everyone was gasping about and there it was...or should I say there HE was.
