Chapter One:
The edges of my shoes touched the small crack in the sidewalk. This small, insignificant imperfection in the ground was all that separated me, from a brand new hell. I raised and lowered my toes, hearing my beat up old converse rub against each other. The sound of it seemed to calm me, as if the familiarity of them could make this all better.
I looked up, pushing my hair back from my face as I did so. Chunks of it fell back over my eyes, as it had been cut in a weird style I wasn’t sure I liked. Through the one uncovered eye I could see the large white building, square and plain in every way. It was nothing like my old school, where there were pillars and carvings in the front, and the windows were classic and unbarred. Where the students could sit in the un-gated front yard, surrounded by trees, and not have any confrontation. Here an old chin-link fence surrounded everything, and the only entrances were marked with tall black metal detectors and a security guard wearing a bright yellow jacket.
“Who are you?” The security guard I happened to be standing in front of asked, his voice full of contempt and obvious hatred of his job. I held out my new shiny student ID card to him, remembering that the picture was terrible too late to take it back.
“You’re late,” he growled, handing my card back. It fumbled through my fingers and landed on the wet ground. As I bent down to pick it up, the knee of my jeans soaked through with the morning rain and mud.
“Shit,” I said, trying to brush it off with my hand.
“Excuse me.” I looked up, and the guard was staring at me with a pissed off expression as he reached into one of the pockets of his jacket. I blushed and tucked the ID back in my pocket.
“Tomorrow after school,” he said, writing something down on a slip of yellow paper. I was sensing a theme. “In the cafeteria, one hour.”
“For what?” I asked.
“Breaking the code of conduct.” He handed me the slip, the metal detectors beeping as his watch passed through them.
“What did I do wrong?” I asked, slightly pissed, but mostly confused.
“One, for improper language-”
“Please, like you’ve never said it!” I reached out to hand the slip back, but he didn’t take it.
“Are you arguing with me?” He asked, stupefied.
“No,” I said. “Simply disagreeing.”
“Don’t be a smartass.” He was obviously pissed off now, eyes blazing with rage, and sure to start spitting fire along with his saliva soon.
“So we can ass, but not shit?” At this point, I knew that I was just doing it to agitate him, but I never was one for getting in trouble for something that wasn’t my fault. Why is it that they always have ‘no smoking’ signs, but never any ’no cussing’ ones?
“Do you want a referral?”
“What does that have to do with anything?” I was pretty sure that a referral was sending somebody somewhere, like a recommendation or something of that matter.
“Come with me.” The security guard grabbed me by the arm and dragged me along behind him until we went through the thick glass doors marked as the entrance.
“This has to be against some kind of code of your freaking contact,” I said, struggling with my arm. “Let me go!” I twisted out of his grip and rubbed my reddened wrist.
He reached out again, and I took a step back.
“Watch yourself,” I said. I held my arm out so he could see the growing red spot where he had been holding. “This won’t look good to your boss.”
His eyes widened, and I saw years of a stable job and fears of losing it pass through his eyes. Deep down inside I knew that I would not get him fired, it just wasn’t in my view of justice.
I sighed, and knew that he was play-dough in my hands, if only I was a tad bit creative. “Don’t worry, I’ll follow you. I just wanted my dignity back.”
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. Obviously saying sorry to a student was harder for him than I would have thought. He kept his eyes to the tile, and shuffled his feet.
“Can we just go? I’m late, remember.”
He started walking, but before we reached the corner, spun full towards me. I gasped, and jumped nearly a foot in the air as he towered over me by nearly a foot.
“I have an idea,” he announced.
“Try not scaring the shit out of me next time.” I caught my breath and took a step back so I wouldn’t screw up my neck looking at him. He smiled apologetically.
“How about, I tear up the referral, take you to class, and we pretend that this never happened.” He pointed to the fading spot on my wrist.
I felt like saying no, just take me to the god dammed king of the school and leave me alone. I was tired of this confusing charade. Faculty was supposed to respect the students, and in return the students respected the faculty. Nobody was dragged up stairs into a building for saying shit. Then there was the whole sensitive side to the big bad wolf, which seemed to stump me the most.
I looked around the starch white walls and clean cut corners, longed for the smell of cheap cleanser and the comfort of home. Finally I looked back at the guard, who was watching me with a hopeful expression.
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Because I have long chapters in this, I'm posting it in peices, or scenes, just so I actually get critiques. This is what happened one day when I realized that I shouldn't write Evil Angel because I think I should. I should write what I want to write. 
I hope you like it ;P
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Critique Questions:
1. What do you think so far? Is it moving along? Are you bored?
2. What about the characters so far?
3. I've never had to change schools, for those of you that have, did I capture the emotion? For those that haven't, is it believable?
Thank you!
-JC
