Life is screwed up.

Ms. Evenight ushered me up the hallway, passing students that all blended together. Quickly she shoved me into a small class room that was full of faces that showed a mixture of boredom or curiosity towards me.
“Oh, Caddee, welcome to Rosenberg’s!” Ms. Evenight whispered and then left the room. I stood there silently; hands in pockets, waiting for the teacher to pay attention to
“Oh! You must be Ms. Morgan,” said a perky young female teacher. “Welcome,” she shrieked and then looped her arm in mine, which I instantly shrugged off. She didn’t seem to be too offended by the gesture, but apparently the other kids noticed and tried to stifle giggles. “Anyway I'm Miss. Ronda and I will be you’re one and only History teacher. Say hello to everyone, they are all just dying to meet you!” she said warmly.
“Hi...” I sighed to the class and then strolled to the back of the classroom, to the only spare seat.

“This seat is taken...” huffed a Barbie wannabe. She flicked her ash blonde hair out of her deep blue eyes and gave me the stare that showed how much she hated me already.
“That’s just too bad” I smirked and then slumped down into the seat, giving her my best death stare. This girl was your average bitch and she wanted everyone to know it, so I wasn’t afraid to show her I was not so nice.
“Summer, please be nice...” Miss. Ronda said in a disapproving voice.
“Summer Matherson, pleasure to meet you” she held out her hand,
“Caddee Morgan” I said and crossed my arms, I was not shaking her hand. Summer grinned and then clasped her hands together on her lap.

“Okay, class! We will be following on from last lesson. Can anyone tell me what that was?” Miss. Ronda asked everyone. A geeky looking brunette up the front shot his hand up and waited to be called on. “Yes, Charles...?”
“The First Women’s Federal Prison” he said in a nasally voice. We were studying prisons in class, could it have been more of a coincidence?
“Well done Charles. Courtney, could you tell me something you learned last lesson?” Miss. Ronda queried.
“Something to do with alcohol...” said a ditsy looking red head with freckles who sat on the other side of Summer. They grinned at each other and I could tell at that moment that Courtney wasn’t going to be as nice as she looked. They both had this aura about them that let off that they were the queens of the school and no one got in their way.
“Of course you remember the alcohol! Your brain is swimming in it!” yelled a blonde boy with black highlights from the back of the class, he got everyone snickering and Courtney blushing bright red.
“Enough Thomas!” Miss. Ronda said in a firm voice. “Courtney is right. Most of the Prisoners were not hardened criminals; they were just there for drug and alcohol charges” she turned and sat in the chair up the front of the room and crossed her legs before continuing. “So can anyone else tell me something about the First Women’s Prison.... maybe what it would have been like or where it was...?” She questioned.
“Alderson, West Virginia” muttered a brunette boy in the row in front of me, who looked like he was drawing, and not paying attention at all.
“Correct Ayden! Well done!” Shrieked Miss. Ronda pleased that one of her students remembered something.

I picked up a pen and tuned out of the class, started to doddle on the edge of the desk. Just drawing little swirls and symbols that I had grown accustom to. I looked down at myself; in this new uniform, in a new school, in a new town, with a new life and a new story. I have to change everything whenever we moved, where ever we move. My parents think that if we keep moving it will keep me in line, out of trouble. That if I don’t stay in one place long enough, I won’t take my anger out on someone and get myself arrested again. Life is hard, and I know a lot of teenagers may say that but, I'm telling the truth. When you spend twelve months in a Juvenile Detention Centre like I have, then you have the right to say life is hard. But if you add the fact that I have had at least twenty one court convictions and one hundred hours of community service to the list, you have the right to say that life is screwed up.

Hey there, Georgie! I'll be your reviewer.

The uniform was quite boring; white button down shirt with an ugly looking logo on it, dark green woollen jumper also with the logo, checkered dark green skirt and matching tie and long white socks. But I supposed it was better than a grey jumpsuit that I had worn in the past. And plus I had added my bangles that I wore everywhere, my dad said they showed some of my soul. I had a lot of bangles and all of them were different; some odd shaped, some bright, some dark, some with dangly bits, some I made myself, and some that reminded me that I was what I wanted to be.

Okay, to be honest, that isn't really grippingly interesting. I'm not saying it's bad per se, but something that hooks the reader to the story or the main character could be much better, so that way you don't lose readers. ^^ Just my personal opinion, of course! Also, another personal thought, how often to fathers really say if something is showing part of your soul? I'm not really sure, haha, it just seems odd for me.

Okay, so for the next part, you have a lot of areas where you could improve your grammar. What I'm going to do is quote a giant chunk and change the areas that need to be changed to red, and make my comments next to them in brackets as well as in bold.

Ms. Evenight ushered me up the hallway, passing faces that all blended together and then into a small class room that was full of faces that showed a mixture of boredom or curiosity towards me. [Okay, so maybe change this sentence up a bit. Using the word 'faces' twice feels almost overused and repetitive. Also, maybe split up the sentence, since it seems to be really longer than it should be.]
“Oh Caddee... Welcome to Rosenberg’s” [Okay, so you need to add some punctuation here. Change it to something like 'Oh, Caddee, welcome to Rosenberg's.'.] Ms. Evenight whispered and then left the room. As I stood there I stuffed my hands in my pockets and waited for the teacher to notice me, the new girl instinct knew was telling me what to do. [In my opinion, that sentence doesn't really flow too well. Maybe reword it or come up with an entirely new sentence? It's kind of confusing and almost unnecessary.]
“Oh! You must be Ms. Morgan!” said a perky young female teacher. “Welcome!” she shrieked and then looped her arm in mine, which I instantly shrugged off, but she didn’t seem too offended by the gesture. Apparently the other kids noticed and tried to stifle giggles. “Anyway I'm Miss. Ronda and I will be you’re one and only History teacher! Say hello to everyone, they are all just dying to meet you!” she said warmly.
“Hi...” I sighed to the class and then strolled to the back of the classroom, to the only spare seat. [Okay, this chunk bothers me. For starters, try not to use so many exclamation points. Also, your dialogue seems really scattered in this area, maybe change the order or put some spacing? And personally, I don't think there are many people who would shriek in class and be sooo excited. It seems really outrageous.]

“This seat is taken...” huffed a Barbie wannabe. She flicked her ash blonde hair out of her deep blue eyes and gave me the stare that showed how much she hated me already.
“That’s just too bad” I smirked and then slumped down into the seat, giving her my best death stare. This girl was your average bitch and she wanted everyone to know it, so I wasn’t afraid to show her I was not so nice.
“Summer [Add a comma after 'Summer'] please be nice...” Miss. Ronda said in a disapproving voice.
“Summer Matherson, pleasure to meet you” she held out her hand,
“Caddee Morgan” I said and crossed my arms, I was not shaking her hand. Summer grinned and then clasped her hands together on her lap.

“Okay [Add a comma after 'Okay'.]class! We will be following on from last lesson. Can anyone tell me what that was?” Miss. Ronda asked everyone. A geeky looking brunette up the front shot his hand up and waited to be called on. “Yes [Once again, a comma.] Charles...?”
“The First Women’s Federal Prison” he said in a nasally voice. We were studying prisons in class, could it have been more of a coincidence?
“Well done Charles... Courtney [Add a comma. Also, try not to use so many ellipses.] could you tell me something you learnt [I believe the correct word would be 'learned' ^^]last lesson?” Miss. Ronda queried.
“Ummm....? [Just so you know, it's better if you don't use stuff like 'Um' or 'Erm' and such, or it decreases the quality of the writing.] Something to do with alcohol...” said a ditsy looking red head with freckles who sat on the other side of Summer. They grinned at each other and I could tell at that moment that Courtney wasn’t going to be as nice as she looked. They both had this aura about them that let off that they were the queens of the school and no one got in their way.
“Of course you remember the alcohol! Your brain is swimming in it!” yelled a blonde boy with black highlights from the back of the class, he got everyone sniggering and Courtney blushing bright red.
“Enough Thomas!” Miss. Ronda said in a firm voice. “Courtney is right. Most of the Prisoners were not hardened criminals; they were just there for drug and alcohol charges” she turned and sat in the chair up the front of the room and crossed her legs before continuing. “So can anyone else tell me something about the First Women’s Prison.... maybe what it would have been like or where it was...?” She questioned.
“Alderson, West Virginia” muttered a brunette boy in the row in front of me, who looked like he was drawing, and not paying attention at all.
“Correct Ayden! Well done!” Shrieked Miss. Ronda pleased that one of her students remembered something.

Also, in my personal opinion, the classroom scene above seems a bit cliche. You have a new girl who is instantly hated by these snobby drama queen twins, practically. You have a nasally nerd, and so on. I have no comments really on the last paragraph that comes after the classroom scene.

Overall, it's an alright story so far, but I do believe it's somewhat cliche and you could work on your grammar. It might do you good to take a look at some of the writing tutorials in the Knowledge Base, which can be found under the resources tab. I hope my corrections helped some!

Good luck, and let me know if you need anything else.

~Arris

Thanks Arris.
I re-looked over it and you were right. I suck at grammar.
Hope i fixed it up where it needed it.
Love Georgie. XX

Hey, I shall be reviewing you on the YWS Reviews Day, or... thingy.
Anyway, great start- you writing is fantastic. One thing I'm going to say, I think you should have made it clear that this is a juvenile hall- dropping hints about that is slightly redundant if you reveal it at the end of chapter one anyway. Is this chapter one of a story? I sure as hell hope so because a) if it isn't my comment above makes me look like an idiot and b) you've left a wide range of possibilities with you great character and setting. That's what Chapter one should do, so well done!
I'm not really one to nitpick on grammar, and there isn't much that I could spot anyway, expect where I think the speech should be on a new paragraph in a couple places, and "doddle" should be "doodle."
Overall, I think you've great a fantastic setting and characters for this story- your writing is top notch amazing, and I really want to read more!
~Lightning