Game On Player. Game On.

Making the turn into my school I smiled slightly. Part of me was excited to start my last year of high school and to see my friends but another part of me wanted the ground to open up and eat me whole. Looking up at the red brick, clear windowed building read the familiar sign. 'WEST FOREST HIGH' the green letters screamed in the middle of the odd shaped school.

High school. It's either everyone's nightmare, or best times of their lives maybe a bit of both. With my experience, I always just hated it. Like, in grade 11 you have to decide what you want to do when your older! Your 16 for Christ sakes! Also, all it is made for is, putting those scrawny, acne covered, brace faced kids forcing them into social suicide all because they aren't like anyone else. Maybe I can relate with them I was just like them before I left.

You see, I'm not too fond of high school either because, well I broke up with my ex Brandon and it wasn't a easy breakup. Basically it was all cyber bullying and all he wanted to do was bring me down and break me until I was nothing. I was crushed, I believed I loved him, and all the jerk was doing was to break my spirit and crush me until I was like all the others be dated. He cheated on me and made rumours about me and when I confronted him he lied to me about it saying others were just jealous. How wrong I was. He finally gave up and broke up with me causing me pain and suffering because I thought I wasn't good enough. I finally found out who he really was after my friends showed me. I was crushed I sunk back into the rock he pulled me out of and felt like I could never get myself back out. After that, for a "break" my parents shipped me out to go see my aunt to get my mind off of things and well now I'm better much better.

You see, I haven't been seen since well grade 9 and, boy have I changed. I haven't seen my friends because I was asked to go live with my aunt down in Florida so I can get away from everything. While I was with my aunt, I went to a sweet school but didn't really attach myself to anyone really because I knew I was only going to be there for a couple of years.

Anyways, I changed, a lot. Ever since we broke up I've became stronger (well at least tried to) and I am no longer the nerdy outsider anymore. I am a strong independent woman and 'I'm ready to tackle what the day wants to throw at me' is my motto. My aunt taught me how to look much better by new clothes and just a touch of makeup. She also taught me to never let anyone push me around.

I forgot quickly of how much pain I was in until the last week came by fast. If I could go back to Florida to the sunshine and get away from the cold winters here up in Canada, I would totally leave. But I need school and to go back to the normal life with my family again. I can't keep running away from things. Just a year more I coaxed myself.

I drove around the parking lot not finding a spot anywhere I looked. I went to the front of the lot and found one. Not thinking twice I drive up to the spot but before I could turn a black Jaguar came head to head with my silver Porsche. I couldn't see the persons face but the car looked familiar. Before I could think further the asshole blared on the horn. What the hell is his problem?! I thought. Thinking like any sane person would think I parked myself snugly into the spot assuming the jerk would go away because he wanted me to move out of his way.

I checked myself in the mirror. I had longer brown hair that I straightened to make look longer it stopped just above my boobs. I had carmel coloured eyes underneath long lashes with a normal looking nose I would like to think. I wore jean short shorts with an off the shoulder top with a long rusty coloured necklace with charms on it and in my feet I wore black keds. You see, I wouldn't say I was gorgeous but I believe I'm somewhat pretty.

Sighing I grabbed my iPhone and tan off the shoulder bag with all the binders and ankle boots and gym clothes, balancing it all in one hand, I got out of my car. I slung my bag on my shoulder and locked my car while putting on my black sunglasses. When I looked up it was like awkwardly quiet maybe because I was getting stared at. It was quite creepy really it made me think that I did something wrong... But all I did was get out of my car. I knew this school had problems but aren't they taking it a bit too far now staring at someone like that? I look back and now there mouths look like they were trying to catch flies... Okay something's defiantly wrong with them. Or maybe something is wrong with me?