I wake up and fall off my bed with a thump. "Uhhh," I say in a low voice. I'm Thalia and this is my life. I walk to the bathroom and look in the mirror. There is freckles on my cheeks. My hair is a light brown color and is everywhere.
You know what Anna from frozen looks like when she wakes up? Yeah, well that's what I look like right now.
I rub my greenish, bluish eyes and put my glasses on. Most people wear fake glasses, well mine are indeed real.
Honestly I hate my glasses. Everyone says I look cute with them on. But I don't see it and I never have. I brush my hair and my teeth and walk back into my room.
I put some jeans and a black T-shirt on. I look at myself through my mirror. Eh, I look alright...I guess. I put my jacket that's probably a few sizes bigger than it should be on.
Slowly and quietly, I walk down the stairs. I grab my book bag and open the front door. Hopefully my moms asleep as always. I don't have to worry about my dad. He's usually out with some slut at this time of day.
You're probably saying 'she's probably not a slut!' Well I can assure you that they all are. Because my dad always tells them he's married. Sometimes he even brings them home.
(This Story was made before all the Melanie Martinez drama happened, don't come here *cough* trying *cough* to roast me because she's in this story.) I put my earbuds in and listen to 'Dead To Me' by Melanie Martinez. I love Melanie Martinez and her music. It makes me feel like someone out there in the world understands what I'm going through.
I wish I could do that one day. Make people feel like they belong....make them happy. All the feelings Melanie gives me...I want to share those feelings with other people.
After walking for about 10 minutes I made it to my school, Briarwood High. My death. High school was the worst years of my life. And Tiffany doesn't make it any better.
Who's Tiffany? Well, you'll find out soon enough. I walk into the school. Everything looks the same as before summer break. Yet I have a different feeling when walking in.
I start walking to my first class but I'm stopped by the Queen Bee herself, Tiffany Johnson. Why's she the Queen Bee? Because she's beautiful, and dating the team captain of the football team.
Tiffany has beautiful blue eyes and perfectly straight blonde hair. But of course she has her two best friends, well fake best friends.
Ansley and Tammy. The Queen Bee's minions. Tammy, she's the pretty yet stupid one. Ansley, the one that gets whatever she wants, the daddy's girl.
And that's the popular bitch squad for you. "Hey bitch! Where are you going?" Tiffany asks, Ansley and Tammy chuckle from behind her.
"To class..." I whisper, "Speak louder. I can't hear you. Do you even talk English." Tiffany asks, the three laugh.
"I-I'm going to class..."I say, she looks at me surprised. "Did the little brat finally say her first word?" Tiffany asks, "Actually you should've said 'Did the brat finally say her first words?' Just sayin'." I say, she glares at me.
"Look, Thalia..." She starts, she puts her hand roughly on my shoulder. "I think we're going to be great friends." Tiffany says, the three girls laugh while walking away.
Wow. Usually she's meaner. That's new. Maybe this year will be different from the rest. What am I saying? Of course it won't be.
I sigh and walk to class. Which to my luck...it's math. I walk to class and see that I'm 10 minutes early. Good, I love being early to class so I can pick where I sit for the year.
I sit in the corner at the very back. Hopefully nobody will pay any attention to me back here. You're probably wondering why nobody has come up to me saying they missed me over summer break.
Well I don't have any friends. And by that I mean I have zero friends. I've tried my best to make friends. But for some reason I just can't. I don't fit in here.
So that's why I'm like a shadow at this school. Nobody see's me and I want to keep it that way. But I did have a friend once, his name was Ethan Maxwell.
He was my best friend from kindergarten to 8th grade. Then he became popular and eventually left me to be with the populars.
So now I am friendless. Not going to lie...I miss him. I miss having a friend that I could tell everything to.
But whatever happens, happens. There is nothing I can do about that except wish for the best.
When the bell rings everyone comes into class and try's their best to avoid sitting next to me. Everyone ignores me because they're scared that I'm going to become their friend.
Everyone knows that the populars hate me. So who wants to be friends with the one girl that's hated? Nobody, that's who.
"Welcome class! I'm Mrs. Sanchez and I'll be your math teacher this year." An old lady says standing in front of the class. Oh boy, this is going to be a long year.
I try my best to look at my desk and draw for the rest of class. Draw? Well yeah. Drawing and listening to music is the only thing that keeps me from going crazy these days.
I hear a door open and talking. But what scared me is that I heard shuffling next to me. Someone was sitting next to me. Dear god, please save me.
Okay, just don't look up. And don't talk to them...you'll be fine. "Hey," I hear, oh goodness. It's talking. What do I do? I stare at my journal.
"Hi," I mumble, "Look at me." The man says, I look up at the person I sit next to permanently now. I try avoiding all eye contact with him but he grabs my face and forces me to look at him.
Today is going to be a hard day...
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