I wake up to the buzzing of my alarm clock. Today is the first day of high school. I hit the snooze button on my alarm clock and lazily climb out of bed. Mumbling something to myself, I prepare for the day. Grabbing my back pack, pack of pencils, and my brand new sketch book, I head out the door where my mother is waiting to take me to school. "Hurry up ya lazy bones, you wouldn't wanna be late for your first day as a freshmen now would you?" Faking a smile and saying "no of course not mom." I get in the car and fasten my seatbelt. As we drive down the road I'm fumbling with the bracelets on my wrist. "Now honey, you got to stop being nervous. I remember my first day of high school when I was your age and I wasn't nervous at all" she looks at me with a grin then puts her eyes back onto the road. "Yeah but that was when no one bullied each other" I say opening my sketch book and flipping through the blank pages. "Oh come on, you're a Morgan, and Morgan's can handle anything!". "If you say so mom." After that short conversation my mom pulls into the front of the school and drops me off and wishes me good luck. "Good luck? Like I'll need it" I mumble to myself as I walk unto the office doors to receive my class schedule. On the way out I bump into my friend from last year. "Oh my god Katie! I haven't seen you all summer! How was your summer?" I realize she asked me a question and replied "it was pretty good, what bout' yours?" she replied "Oh mine was fantastic! I went to Wisconsin to visit my grandparents and then we came back and went to a couple amusement parks." She then looked at the time on her phone and said "oh jeez I don't wanna be late for biology, I'll see you around." Before I got to say bye she sped walked away and said "bye Katie!" Simply shrugging to myself I continue on my way to world history. I walk in and immediately half of the class starts to slightly chuckle. Realizing these are the people who bullied me last year, I walk cautiously to my seat, watching out carefully for feet that could be trying to trip me or something I could sit on in my seat. Seeing nothing, I take a seat and pull my sketch book and I start drawing. About 15 minutes into the class, someone taps on my shoulder and tells me that the teacher called on me to answer a question he had asked. "Um yes sir?" I say embarrassingly.
"Katie is it? I asked you when did the holocaust begin and who started it. But it seems as if you were too busy drawing to pay attention to class." Looking down at my sketchbook realizing I had almost finished drawing my favorite Disney character Malificient , I say "I-I'm so sorry sir, I tend to sometimes get caught up in my drawing." He shakes his head in disappointment and asked another student the question he had asked me. About 30 minutes later, the bell rang dismissing us to our next class. And I starting walking over to P.E.
We were given our gym clothes and assigned our lockers to put them in. Of course me being an indoor person and all, I was the palest one. "Oh look, Casper's girl ghost friend has just arrived! Make way for the ghost!" some kid shouts out loud. I look down and walk to the bleachers to take a seat. That class was pretty much explains what we were going to do throughout the year and that we are expected to dress out every day of the week unless told otherwise. Pretty soon we were dismissed 10 minutes before class ended to change into our regular clothes and to get a look around the locker room. "Pretty decent" I over hear a girl say. Another one said "oh ew no, I am not using these bathroom stalls, they're filthy!" And over in the corner was a passerby janitor who looked pretty sad to hear that apparently she wasn't doing her best.
I quickly change out of my gym clothes before the bell rings and goes to lunch. I couldn't find a seat to sit with the couple of friends I have so I find a completely table and sit. I take a bite out of my sandwich and I find it very unappetizing. Pushing my tray aside I grab my sketch book out of my back pack and finish drawing Malificient. It seemed to be about 3 minutes and then I was done with my drawing. Feeling proud of myself I put it in a plastic sleeve for protection and put my sketch book away and get up to dump my tray. As I walk by a group of girls they whisper to each other and laugh, while pointing at me. "Keep calm Katie, just keep walking." I dump my tray and quickly sit back at my table to wait and be dismissed to class. After the end of the day I'm exhausted. I walk into my house and set my back pack down by the door in my room and just jump into bed. "Get up its time for dinner honey" I hear my mom saying as she slightly fiddles with my long blonde hair" I groan a bit and finally get up. I put in my ear buds on my favorite rock song "In the End" by Black Veil Brides and continue to the dining room table. As I'm handed my plate my mother tells me to take out my ear buds. I take one out and loop it around my ear. "Honey you know I hate it when you have your earbuds in at the dinner table." My mom says. "Mom one is out, calm down". She nods her head in disprove and starts to cut away at her steak. "So how was your first day of high school?" She asks me. Trying to get down the steak that seems to stick in my throat I say "I't was good I guess". "That's good dear". My mother says. After that there was no conversations going on. So I finish my dinner and head upstairs to get a shower. After I'm done taking a hot and refreshing shower, I head to my room where I can actually be myself. As I'm laying in bed, I look around at my walls, they're covered in band posters and quotes. I pop my ear buds into my ears and put the volume low so I won't blow my ear drums out, and start to drift off to sleep. My last though before I fell asleep was "And tomorrow it's going to be the same thing... Dear god, someone help me.."
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The weird one
General FictionKatie Morgan. She's an ordinary girl like all of the rest. But she comes with a twist. She loves rock music and is an artist. She gets bullied for multiple reasons.. And drawing is her escape from the cruel world. One day a famous tattoo artist that...
