Different from the Rest

Chapter I

(Chapter One)
Makenna's POV

If I were a school that was dedicated to some fancy ass guy who invented the steamboat, I personally would've made it look a lot fancier.

Mountain View High, known for its dedication to the inventor of the steamboat, Robert Fulton, and high leveled students. But then again, what would I be doing at such an intelligent school?

I open the double doors to the school and take a peek down the corridor. The halls are fairly clean, a layer of shiny wax covering them. The emptiness of the hallways allows me to easily locate my locker out of the endless rows that line the school's dainty pale walls.

I'm glad, the absence of people around me is comforting in a way, but it also presents a problem. I had guessed that students would already be in class by the time I arrived. And by now, the teachers would be preparing to begin lessons that deep down inside they knew none of their students really cared about.

And yet, here I was—still just trying to figure out where the fucking office is.

I look around hopelessly, trying to find at least a hint as to where the god damned office is. I take a sharp turn down the corner, heading towards the doors, before suddenly having the creepy feeling that someone's watching me.

I cast a glance behind me to check, unaware that the simple gesture would cause me to receive a full-blown headache—due to a cold metal door, and a very irritated looking girl.

"Ow!" I shout, clutching onto my forehead. I look in front of me to see that a large metal door had smacked me in the head. A girl walks out from behind the door. She's sporting a leather jacket, a pair of dark ripped jeans, black combat boots, and bright red shirt.

She looks over at me and raises an eyebrow. She eyes me from the silver chain dangling off my neck, to the vans that cover my feet. "Fuck, another Tiffany," I hear her cuss under her breath. She tosses her long, jet black hair back—only to have it fall loosely over her shoulders just the same as before.

"Excuse me?" I ask, slightly moving back. I'm so confused, this girl must have made a mistake. My name isn't Tiffany. She shakes her head, rolling her eyes before walking away. My eyes trail after her, watching her long dark hair swish back and forth as she walks. Then she turns a corner and she's gone.

What just happened?

Isn't that just amazing, already made some girl hate me by just walking into a door. Good job Makenna, good job.

I watch the dark-haired girl leave and sigh out loud. Looking down at my outfit I pull on the sleeve of my oversized pink sweater and try to fix the cuffs of my blue jeans. "I thought wearing oversized sweaters and non-ripped jeans were going to make me blend in," I complain to myself, tucking a strand of blonde hair that fell in front of my face.

I groan, realizing that I probably should've asked the girl where the office was. Dumbass. I continue walking down the hallway until I spot another girl walk out from a room. My face lights up and I quickly walk over towards her. "Hello! Um, excuse me?!" I call out trying to catch the attention of the girl.

She turns around with a swish of her light brown hair, when her golden brown eyes rest on me a smile spread across her face. "Hi," she beams happily as I come up to her.

I internally let out a sigh of relief, just glad to meet a friendly face. "Hi," I reply, returning her enthusiasm. "I was wondering if you could help me, I'm new here and I can't seem to be able to find the office. I need to get my schedule from there and all." I explain, slightly embarrassed to be that stereotypical new kid who doesn't have a fucking clue where anything is. Thankfully the girl gives me a sympathetic smile that makes me feel a whole lot better about the whole 'lost new kid' thing.