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Chapter 1: The first day

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I, Kaitlyn Anna Goodwin, am your typical teenage girl.

Okay, let’s be real, I’m not normal. I’m pretty much a germaphobe, neatfreak, and complete dork.  I’m also shy and quiet.  So, yeah, high school isn't so fun for me. In fact, it sucks.

 So, how do I sum up high school:

A place for not-yet-adults-but-too-old-to-be-kids go to learn, and these teens have hormones, acne, and cliques. Yep, the cliques. The nerds and geeks, the dorks, the jocks, the populars, the wanna-be populars, the cheerleaders, the band geeks, the Student Council kids, the emo, etc. It’s so segregated , so awkward, so weird.

Let me define ‘popular’ for you. Everyone thinks the rich kids and cheerleaders are popular. Wrong. Whatever you saw on Disney Channel about populars is very wrong. The soccer players, the party people, the kids who do drugs, those kids are popular.

I hang out with the nerds and geeks. Nerd= smart person who lacks social  skills. Geek=have okay social skills, smart, but really obsessed with one topic. Geeks and nerds tend to stick together, because they're so similar.

I’m a geeky nerd, or a nerdy geek, I guess.  I’m a straight A student,  and I’m obsessed with Harry Potter. I guess I’m more of a nerd because my social skills are terrible.

“Kaitlyn. Come on, you're gonna be late for your first day of school. Are you on the computer?” my dad called from downstairs.

“Yes, sorry.” I replied.

“Are you on Wattpad?” Wattpad is my obsession, my outlet, my life. I had  thousand followers, and even though that’s not a lot compared to some, it was a lot for a shy girl, like me.

“Umm, yes. Sorry.”

“Just get ready.”

“Okay.”

I jumped up from my desk and ran to my bathroom. I ran a brush through my light brown hair, applied some lip gloss and deodorant, and looked at myself in the mirror for a second, which is something I don’t usually do. I looked at my blue-green eyes and my small nose. My features were all very small and delicate, which my dad always said made me really beautiful, but of course he would say that, he’s my dad. I don’t really find myself beautiful. I guess I’m sort of pretty but nobody really notices because I’m such a wallflower.  My body is average sized and  pretty normal for my age, which is fifteen.

I stopped looking at myself and changed into a mint-green v-neck tee and denim shorts.  I ran downstairs, and turned away from my dad so he wouldn’t see the lip gloss.

“Kaitlyn Anna, are you wearing lip gloss?” My dad asked, looking up from his newspaper.   Oh, crap.

I tried to wipe it off with the back of my hand, but I knew it was no use.

“Don’t even try it. You know my rules. No makeup until you’re eighteen.”

“But, Dad! It’s just lip gloss.”

“I don’t care. Remove it.”

I wiped the remainder of it off, and then grabbed a breakfast bar from the cabinet. I kissed my dad on his balding head and then ran out the door.

My dad is really, really strict, as you can probably tell. He’s a doctor, a physician to be exact. His brown hair is balding and he wears glasses over his hazel eyes. He’s tall and skinny, and not very affectionate, but I know he loves me and I love him. People wise, I’m all he’s got.

I ran to the old granny car parked on the street. I got in.

“Hi guys!” I said, to all four of my best friends.

“Hey Kaitlyn!” the driver, Hugo, said, and my other besties waved and said hello.

Meet Hugo. Hugo isn’t your average geek. He’s actually pretty good-looking. I mean, he isn’t Liam Hemsworth, but he’s okay. He transferred here last year, in ninth grade, and we pretty much adopted him into our group. He’s super fun to hang around. There’s just one downside.. He’s madly in love with me. Well, maybe not ‘madly in love’,  but he really likes me. I may or may not like him back, it’s just, I’m not allowed to date until I’m eighteen and I’m not actually sure I want to.. ever...

“How was your summer?” Rachel asked me. Rachel, who has been my best friend since we were like, three, also is obsessed with Wattpad. She has red hair and wears big black hipster glasses. She doesn’t say she is but she’s a huge hipster geek.

“Eh, boring. My wattpad story reached 100 votes!” I said, showing her on my iPhone.

“Whoa. Isn’t it weird and yet awesome how we can be so popular on the net and then be nobodies at school?”

I nodded, looking at some comments on my phone.

“High school never ceases to be appalling.” said Dylan, who had been silent the whole time, until now. Dylan is a nerd, too, with even worse social skills than all of us. He has blonde hair and buggy eyes, wears circular glasses and tucks his shirts in. He’s your stereotypical nerd.

We all agreed, and then Hugo turned the radio on.

  “Oh, where do we begin? The rubble or our sins?” a male voice sang. Whoo! I love this song! Pompeii, by Bastille.

“Yes, I love this song!” I said, and Dylan and Hugo agreed. Rachel didn’t say anything. I knew this song was way too mainstream for her, but hey, she wasn’t the type of hipster who said ‘this is too mainstream’ or anything.

As the song ended with the last ‘eh eh oh, eh oh,’ we pulled up to the one, the only Rickstonville High School. We all groaned. This was where we would meet our impending doom.

We parked at the student, and walked passed the most popular boy’s (Kevin James) truck, he and his evil girlfriend(Jessica Gulliver) were sitting in the bed of his truck. They snickered as we walked pass.

It was gonna be a heck of a year.

 

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