Chapter 3
I groaned as an alarm blared. By instinct I turned it off and went back to sleep.
"Payton! You're going to be late for school!" my mom called.
I sighed, I was never going to get anymore sleep with her around.
I grudgingly got up and glanced at the time. I had an hour to get ready. Luckily for me, that was easy. I jumped in the shower and turned the water up all the way. I liked my showers scalding hot.
I blow dried my hair and brushed it out to it's full length. My chocolate brown hair was in perfect waves and fell to my mid-back, almost my waist.
I usually didn't wear a lot of makeup, just some eyeliner and mascara. I threw on my favorite band t-shirt and some skinny jeans, before running downstairs. I glanced at the time on my way out, crap I guess I didn't have that much time after all.
"Mom! I'm late!"
"No way, you are going to sit down and eat a proper breakfast before going anywhere," my mom said sternly. I groaned, the only way to make it on time was if I choked down my breakfast at lightening speed.
"Fine," I said as I grabbed cereal out of the pantry. I grabbed a handful of cereal and shoved it in my mouth, never bothering with a bowl. Then I went to the fridge and drank a mouthful of milk.
"There, breakfast done! Bye mom!" I thought I heard her mumbling something about gross teenagers but I was already out the door.
I ran the rest of the way to school and stopped when I reached the front door. I needed to be calm and confident.
I took a deep breath and entered the school. It seems as if Joel spread the word about me going to Filmore because everyone was waiting for me. Literally. Kids were practically lined up in the hallways to see me walk through the door. They parted like the red sea as I walked past them.
I made my way to the front office without making eye contact with anyone.
"Can I help you?" an elderly lady working at the front desk asked.
"Yeah, I'm new."
"Right, well what's your full name?"
"Payton Elizabeth Hoffman." How I hated my parents for my old fashioned middle name.
She printed out my schedule and handed it to me. "So that's your schedule, since you're joining late you didn't get to choose your electives, so I guess you're stuck with whatever had space. Your locker and combination are also listed on there."
"Right, okay," I said. I didn't really care about my electives, as long as I didn't get stuck with something boring like an extra math class.
"Good luck!"
I mumbled a thank you before heading to my locker. It wasn't hard to find it. Filmore's building was almost identical to Woodmont's. The same hallways, same classroom placements, just different colors on the walls.
I found my way to my locker and threw my backpack in.
"Well well well, what do we have here?" I cringed. I knew it was inevitable, but I was so not in the mood.
"Leave me alone Joel."
"Now, Payton, I would be careful now that you're in my school," he hissed.
"Whatever," I said as I slammed my locker closed.
"Do you have your schedule?" Joel asked conversationally.
"Do you care?" I countered.
He grabbed it out of my hand before I could stop him.
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School Spirit
Teen FictionThe Filmore Falcons and the Woodmont Wolves have been rival high schools as long as anyone can remember. It's all harmless fun until Payton and her friends take it too far. When Payon is expelled, she has no choice but to attend the one and only Fil...