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Chapter One: First Day

I am sitting in my Mom's car because she insisted she would be dropping me off at school today. Seeing as it's my first day back, I reluctantly agreed. I told her I could go myself, but she said something about "always having the perfect first day." I shrug it off. What Mom doesn't understand is that nothing can make a school day "perfect". She has always insisted that the first day back is most important, but I disagree.

Important days are your birthday or Christmas. Not the first day of school. It doesn't need to be perfect, and it's not going to be remotely close to it. It never is. Mom turns into the school parking lot, and the car comes to a slow halt right in front of the massive high school building. I never understood why this small town needs such a large school. Half of the rooms aren't even in use. It's just a waste.

Mom turns to me, and I notice her big brown eyes are filling with tears. "My little Roxanne is a junior," she sniffles. I sigh looking back her.

She has always been a bit dramatic. I force an awkward smile at her. As I do this, from the corner of my eye, I notice the "Mean Girls" of Ashdon Ridge- A.K.A, the cheerleading squad. I wait for them to enter the school building before climbing out of Mom's golden PT Cruiser, or as I call it, her "PT Loser." I stole one last glance at myself in the rear view mirror before walking away. The curls in my dark brown hair were falling flat and going in my eyes, attacking them. They replicate my mother's brown ones.

Mom tells me she loves me at least four times and that she is proud of me at least six more before I finally escape from her. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom and I am extremely grateful to have her as my mother. She just, in case you can't tell, really over-exaggerates about "first days."

I step down the sidewalk leading to the double-doors of the high school. I trail behind some familiar faces. Excluding maybe a dozen students, I personally know everyone in my barely populated high school. I'd grown up with most of them in this "everybody-knows-everybody" town.

As I step toward my locker, I scan each and every face in the hallway. I am searching for one rosy baby-face in particular- my best-friend Rebekah's. I've known Rebekah since we were in baby diapers. Her mom and my mom have known each other for just as long. Our friendship was destined to happen even before birth.

I found my locker, and there Rebekah stood! I rush to my best friend's side and nudge her with my elbow to get her attention.

"ROXANNE!" Rebekah shouts, probably scaring the life out of everyone else in the quiet hallway. Her always beautiful strawberry-blonde hair bounces as she jumps on me, hugging me. I return the hug. She dyed a few random strands of her hair purple, it's beautiful and suits her.

"Rebekah, chill!" I laugh out at her excitement. "I'm right in front of you. No need to inform the whole school." I say, nudging her playfully.

"Sorry! I just get so excited when I see my bestie." She says cheerfully.

"Man," I smile, "you act like you haven't seen me in years!"

This past week she had been on a cruise ship holiday with her parents, but it was like she was there with me every single day of the week. She and I were always messaging and video chatting with each other, so it was like she was never gone. My vacation was pretty uneventful. If you count getting soaked by my brother's water gun at six A.M in the morning fun, then there's something completely, utterly, and ridiculously wrong with you.
At least three times a week, Reece, my little brother, would come in my room at the crack of dawn and squirt me with freezing cold water. Never seeming to care about my sheets or bedding or anything at all. That boy is a no good crawly insect who always seems to find other people's pain hilarious.

I had to hang my sheets up to dry every morning before going to lay on the couch instead. And there's nothing eventful or exciting about watching reruns of "Friends" over and over so early in the morning. Or just lounging around in damp pyjamas or sweats all day long. Reading.

Today's the first day I've seen her since she left for the cruise eight days ago.

"Well, it sure feels like it. How was this week without me?"

"Ugh." I shrug.

"Wow. That bad?" She gazes at me.

"Ugh." I say again. This time, I make a hideous voice in the back of my throat.

"Right." Rebekah looks around for a moment before looking back at me again. We're face-to-face, our shoulders resting against the lockers.

"When did you get your hair done?" I ask pulling on a purple piece of hair before dropping it again..

"Just before we left the trip. I got fed up of the pastel pink, thought I'd try something more exciting. You like?" Her ring covered finger twirls it around and around.

"I love. It definitely suits you." i grin at her. "So did anything nice happen on the ship? Tell me. Make me wish I'd ended up tagging along with you and your parents."

She thinks about it and just as she goes to respond, the bell shrieks, signalling everyone to get to Hell, better known as class.

I say my goodbyes to Rebekah while walking backwards. "Meet me outside Science, okay? We'll walk together to History. Don't for-"

"Ugh. Watch where you're walking you loser!" I turn around to see the annoyingly caked face of Brittany Johnson. My personal brand of venom in the form of a bratty teenage girl. "Some of us just had their nails done and we don't need some - some uh" she thinks for a second before talking again, "some disgusting cockroach to destroy them." She raises a hand showing me her freshly done nails. More like claws. They are a peachy colour and they are distastefully long. Eww, and what an ugly colour they are. What a waste money too.

I scowl at her and roll my eyes. Just as I start to pop off something, Rebekah grabs my shoulder and pulls me back.

"Where are the rest of The Bitch Girls?" Rebekah growls.

"Don't be jealous. Just because I have friends, and you have that," Brittany glares at me.
I rush toward her. I am ready to rip the black extensions from her head, but Rebekah grabs me again.

"She's not worth it," Rebekah whispers to me, calming my rage. And she's right. I nod, and together, we push by Brittany. She is such a traitor. She had no right to downtalk my friendship, when she herself was my best friend once upon a time. I'm glad I learned sooner rather than later who my real, true friend is. Bekah is the one who is there for me when I need her the most. She is the one who always sticks up for me no matter what.

I appreciatively smile over at Rebekah, "Thanks for preventing that. Things were about to get reeeeeal ugly."

Rebekah smiles, "I know they were. I could see it in your eyes." She chuckles.

Just as I round the corner on my way to Science, the double-doors of the high school building tug open. I don't know what convinced me to stop and watch, but I did. I watch as an unfamiliar tall and attractive guy dressed in a black, short sleeved tight T-shirt and simple blue jeans steps through the doors. His light brown hair perched on top of his dark eyebrows and he smirked at no one in particular as he struts down the hallway with a jacket in his hand and bag bashing against his back as moved.

He steps right past me, and then I see her face. Brittany had her eyes on him already. She is smiling, batting her eyes and stepping his way. I can already tell she has claimed her next prey. I roll my eyes and continue to class. She may want to waste her time in the halls and risk being late to class but I certainly do not.  

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A/N 2 - Hey! (again) So what did you think? I hope you liked it. There are a few flaws but I am working on it. I'm going to be updating every two weeks hopefully.

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