Because I am SUPER unoriginal and have absolutly zero talent for song writing or plain singing in general I'll use songs that already exist and give the artist credit at the end of the chapters.
Chapter 1: Wait What?
Here I was again ten minutes to the of class bored out of my mind. I know most of them try but it was VERY hard not to wonder how the hell some teachers got their teaching degree in the first place. I mean reading straight from the textbook is. Not. Teaching. I get that it wasn't his intended profession considering he was the football coach, but really come on! It's history for crying out loud! How hard can it actually be to do just a little bit of research! It was the 70's granted he was probably all of ten in the 70's but still!!
As you might have guessed I'm a bit of a nerd. Yep I; Ashley have the whole nine yards going for me from the thick black framed glasses, the overly baggy sweat shirt and chunky Maryjanes, the flawless grade point average and the bully problem. The only thing popular about me is my name ... seriously there is like at least a hundred at this school it gets so annoying; but I digress.
As if the emphasize my point a wad of paper was thrown at my head.
I glanced over my shoulder to look at the snickering slackers who were pointing and laughing loudly completely ignoring the lesson... not that I was doing much better but that was only because I was sitting here listening to him read what I had already read verbatim for homework.
"Look at what she's waring" wined one of the cheerleaders what was her name again? Cassie? Shelly? Something with an y sound. I turned back to the front of the class to look at the clock. With only a couple of minutes I shoved all of my crap into my messenger bag and stood up from my desk casually walking over to the door Mr. Coach; as he liked to be called, looked over at me with a curious expression but as soon as my hand touch the nob of the door the bell blared signaling the end of school. Normally I would have waited until the halls had cleared to leave but my dad had asked me to get home early today; that he had something he wanted to show me.
My dad and I had run away from my abusive mother when I was 14 and even now that I'm 17 every time my dad tells me that he has to talk to me I can't help but wonder if it's about her; if she found us. I can't help but cringe the woman still terrifies me, she had beaten the crap out of me ever since I had turned ten for no reason at all. The only reason that my dad had even found out that she was beating me was that he had come home early from a business trip and caught her in the act. He got me out on there and sent her the divorce papers the next day. When she refused to sign them he took her to court and won. As we were walking out of the court room she came behind me and grabbed my arm looked me straight in the eye and vowed "No matter how far you run or how long it takes I will see you again Ashley." the way she said my name still sends cold chills through my spine with pure venom like the next time I saw her would be the very last time I would live.
I practically run down the hall to my locker and throw my books inside, while I grab my gym clothes to put them in my bag the locker is slammed on my hand. Yelping I snatch my hand to my chest rubbing my sore fingers and glare and the culprit. Standing there in all her bitchy glory is my ex-best friend Alexis. She snickered and looked me straight in the eye "Do you have something to say freak?"
Now Alexis hadn't always been a hoe bag, she used to have aspirations of being a marine biologist, she used to be nice. That was before we entered highschool and she did a 360. Changed her aspiration to plastic surgery and let me be the first to tell you that she could probably do it from memory from how many shes had.
"I don't have time for this Alex" she glared at me so I added the 'is'.
"Well make time Freak." Her glare hardened as she gripped my arm dragging me into an empty classroom away from her clones. Once we were alone she turned to me "Give me your math homework" she demanded holding out her hand. When I didn't do anything but stare at her she added "Please Ash, I need your help here." trying to butter me up with the old nickname.
