School, A place of hearts and horror! ( A love story)

"Nicki, get up sweetie!" I groaned as I heard my mom's voice coming from downstairs. I really did not want to wake up. More importantly, I did not want to wake up to a new school. When my parents told me that we were moving, I freaked out. I still couldn't understand why we had to move. Something about finances and stuff like that. The memory of me having to say goodbye to my old school and my best friend, Katey, still burned in the back of my mind. I looked at my neon green and purple clock. 6:00 in the morning. I groaned again. At my old school, I didn't have to get up until seven. Another reason why I should still be in New York, not Chicago. I pulled the covers back over my face and tried to sink back into my little happy place. I heard my door open. "Nicolette Breanne Jones, you get up out of bed this instant!" my mother said as she pulled the covers off of my face. She sighed and her face softened. "Honey, I know you aren't too thrilled about us moving to Chicago, but your father was given an offer at work that he just couldn't pass up. Now, get up and get dressed so you can come down and eat breakfast. It won't be so bad Nicki, you'll see." She smiled and left the room, leaving me alone with the cool air of September drifting in though my window. I sighed and walked over to my closet. I pulled out some skinny jeans, a purple T-shirt and my brown jacket. I decided to wear my white and blue high tops. I lazily walked over to my dresser and brushed my medium length brown hair. I straightened it and went downstairs. When my mom saw me she smiled. "Sweetie, you look wonderful. Now, come and sit down and have some toast." I walked over to the kitchen table which was already filled with eggs, bacon and toast. I wasn't feeling that hungry so I had a piece of toast and grabbed my bag. I was almost out the door when my mom called, "Nicki, don't forget, your dad is picking you up after school! Have a great..." I slammed the door and cut her off in mid-sentence. Not only did I know no one, but now I had to walk to school too. Perfect. I'm not lazy; it's just that I used to always get a ride from my friends. Now I had no one to enjoy the morning with. After a 20 minute walk from my house, I finally reached the school. I instantly figured out that at this school, everyone had a place. There were the computer geeks, the jocks, the band, and above all, the group that stood out the most was the stuck up group of girls decked out in pink. I knew very well what these kinds were like. Stuck up snobs that think they are the highlight of the school. I heard the bell ring and hurried into the school.

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Locker 114. I had gotten a list of things I would need for the year along with a locker number and a schedule. 13-24-49 was my combo. After battling with the stupid lock on locker, I finally got in. I put all of the books I didn't need in and looked at my schedule.
First period- English
Second period- gym
LUNCH
Third period- math
Fourth period- history
free period/ Second lunch
Fifth period- advanced science
Sixth period- Music

I liked English and I was in advanced science, but my favorite was music. For me it felt like music could help me through anything, from break-ups to bad grades, music had me covered. I grabbed my English books and gym bag and hurried of to the English room. I was half way there when something caught my eye. A brown haired boy was talking to some other guys from a team of some sort suddenly looked over at me. Without thinking I smiled. A grin spread across his face. He turned so that his whole body was facing me and started raising his hand. At first I thought he was going to wave to me..... and then his middle finger popped up. The dude had just flipped me off. Suddenly I felt my books being pushed from my hands and I was brought back to reality. I looked over to see one of the "pretty-in-pink girls standing in front of me. She put on a fake smile and said, "Oops," And then turned and walked away, some other girls following her like minions. I sighed and bent down to reach for my books. Someone handed me my notebook. I looked up to see a blonde haired girl about my height crouching beside me. "Thanks," I said, taking my notebook. "No problem. Don't mind them; they only do this when they think someone is a threat to their reputation. So take that as a complement," the girl replied. I managed a weak laugh. We stood up and she held out her hand. "I'm Alli by the way, Alli Greystone." I shook her hand. "Nicolette Jones, but you can call me Nicki." She nodded. Then she said, "Let me see you schedule." She studied it for a moment before saying, ``Cool, we have the first four periods together. Come on, I’ll walk you to the English room. If I’m not mistaken, I think you and me have the same home room. Mrs. Thompson right?'' ``Yeah, I think so.” She smiled. ``Well then let’s get going. Mr. Seamus gives us detention if we're late.” We hurried into a classroom and sat beside each other. ``I think we are going to be good friends, Nicki Jones,” Alli whispered. Before I could reply, a small man that must have been Mr. Seamus walked in....TBC

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