Please
High school is a bitch. Kids get meaner, teachers get scarier and the work gets harder. Essay's go from five paragraphs to five pages and the topics just get weirder. It sucks even more when you're the new kid.
The first day is always the worst. People stare at you and talk behind your back all day. It's funny because they always think that you have some kind of sob sorry behind the reason you moved. In reality, her parents just couldn't stay settled. They move somewhere with high hopes, then they get bored about two years later and move again. She'd gotten used to it by now.
The pencil scraped against the paper in small strokes, pointlessly doodling. The lines connected, shaping and creating whatever she wanted them to. That's why she'd always liked drawing, you get to be the mastermind behind every scribble. You can make something, then take it away just as easily. Erase it from existence. If only things worked like that in the real world, life would be so much easier if she could just erase every mistake. Every little mishap would be gone forever.
The pencil snapped, making her jump. She must have been pushing too hard. Now there was a harsh line across the drawing. She contemplated erasing the whole thing, but that proved to be too much effort so she just crumpled the page in her sweaty hands. Twisting her head, she angled her arm and tossed the paper towards the trash can. It bounced off the very edge and landed in the cat's litter box.
She tossed her head back and groaned in defeat. "Shit"
The chair croaked in resistance as she pulled herself up to retrieve the crumpled drawing. The leaves outside slid across the street, falling from the half-dead trees in the also half-dead yard. Whoever had this house before them clearly didn't take care of it.
Super. On top of being the new kid, she was also living in the ugliest house on the block. Off to a great start.
