Untitled: Part one

Hey guys! This is going to be a short story! For my english class. I'll add more later, for now, this is part one. No title yet!

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Oh, how I love starting a new school and having to deal with the crap of all the new kids, the populars, the nerds, the band geeks, and all the other wonderful stereo types high school has. I had a feeling that there may be something different about this new school, simply because I was expecting the norm.

I got kicked out of my last school, for reasons that aren't even relevant to school. I fought this girl one day on a weekend because she made fun of my mother. One, she doesn't know my mother and she made accusations about her, Two, I told her to shut up or I would kill her. Three, my mother died of cancer four years ago. She thought I was kidding. I kicked her ass, intended to kill her, but someone called the cops. They came and dragged me away in hand cuffs and an ambulance dragged the other girl away. She's in intensive care. I near killed her. She deserved it.

My father, whom I can say I barely know decided maybe we could try Florida. Wonderful! Except not. Jacksonville, Florida. What a wonderful place. Yeah, it's a wonderful place if you like heat and humidity, people who talk with annoying accents that make them sound mentally challenged, and of course you cant forget all the foreign assholes that honk and hoot at you when you walk down the street.

Lovely.

Now, I sit in my new bedroom, it is seven-in-the-morning, the sun is bright as it's brilliant rays shine through my double window.

“Cammy! Come downstairs! We have to get you to school!” My dad called.

I groaned and walked down the twirling stairs. My room was nice. It was detached from the house and the only way you could get in or out was to use the spiraling stairs. The house my dad got was much larger than what we needed. There were only three people in this house. Myself, my father, and our maid, Rosetta. Cant forget my best friend, my cat, Snickers.

“What took so long? You're going to be late!” My father said.

“Yeah, wow dad, I care so much if I'm late for school. Why cant I just do online schooling?”

“Because then you wouldn't get socialized.”

“I don't get socialized anyway, dad.”

“You wont let yourself, thats why.”

“Wow, you must be a rocket scientist to be able to figure that out.”

“Don't be smart with me, Cammy.”

I laughed. “Oh please. Let's go.”

I walked away from my father and out to the garage where the car was waiting. My father trudged on behind me. I remember the old dad, the dad that loved to be involved in his daughter and loved having quality time her. Then his wife died and he became a man who was afraid of the world and fears dying all the time. He is a man that doesn't care about his daughter.

I guess when I do drugs and go to parties and get so trashed that I can't even walk he has a reason not to care. I am every parents worst nightmare. Drugs, alcohol, violence, and attitude. What a girl I am!

My dad drove like an old man. It was horrible. What should have been a five minute drive was a fifteen minute one. Ridiculous! He dropped me off at the main office.

“Just tell them your name, they will give you your schedule.” He told me.

“I've done this a few times, dad. I know.”

“Don't remind me. Come right home after school.”

Yeah, right. I thought. “Yeah, sure.” I said.

I got out of the car and headed inside. There was a woman behind the desk. She was so skinny, I thought she might be anorexic. She was ugly as all hell too.

“Hello, can I help you?” She asked with a raspy voice. She was a smoker. An anorexic smoker, How cute.

“My name is Cammy Truss. I'm new.”

“Oh, we were expecting to see you. Here-” She handed me a piece of paper “Get this signed by all your teachers then bring it back at the end of the day. Here's your schedule.” She said handing me another paper.

“Thanks.”

“You're welcome, now go to class. You may want to be early just in case you get lost.”

“Thanks.”

I turned and left immediately. I could smell the gross cigarettes on her. Smoking pot was one thing, but then cigarettes were another. They made me want to gag. I mean it wasn't always like that, but the day they told me that my mother was going to die because she had lung cancer, which was caused because she smoked cigarettes.

My first class was AP English. It said the class was in H214. I looked around the hallways. I had absolutely no idea where I was going. Crap. I didn't want to ask.

“Need help?” A deep, sexy voice asked.

I turned to see a pretty sexy face matching the sexy voice. I must look so stupid. I look nice, I know but I am looking around like a total fool.

“I said, do you need some help?” He asked again.

“Uh, I have no idea where I am supposed to go.”

“New?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Well, you are looking around all confused like and you have a schedule in your hand, it's March, we got our schedules in September.”

“Aren't I an idiot.”

“But a cute idiot. Let me see your schedule, I'll help.”

Did he just say that? Like really? This gorgeous guy just complimented me. Maybe this will be better than I planned. I handed him my schedule, and he smiled hugely.

“Looks like we're together for a while.”

“What do you mean?”

I knew what I hoped he meant. I hoped he meant that he wanted to see more of me. That would be wonderful. I was deeply attracted to this stranger. I didn't even know his name!

“I mean we have every class together except for last period, where you have creative writing and I have Business.”

“Is that a good thing?” I asked, trying to flirt.

“Well, you tell me, Shane.”

I smiled. “I think it could be a good thing.”

“You're not worried about hanging out with me?”

“Should I be?”

“Well, I have been told I am a bad influence.”

“I'm the definition of a bad influence.”

“Good, I like bad girls.”

“Does this bad boy have a name?”

“Tristen.”

“I like that.”

“Shall we head to class?”

“Yes, that would be nice.”

He led me down the narrow hallway, not bothering to make small talk. He said he was a bad influence. I wonder how. That is definably something I would like to find out. The students remaining in the hallways looked at me as if I were crazy. Was Tristin really so bad that I would get dirty looks from the surrounding girls, or were they just jealous?

We turned into another hallway and were about to enter a classroom when we were stopped short due to a small girl with black hair.

“Tristen.” She said.

“Yeah, that's my name.”

“What are you doing?”

“I don't know Sierra, going to class?”

So this snotty girl's name was Sierra. She's pretty but her annoying attitude toward Tristen ruins her looks.

“What are you doing with her?”

“Going to class.”

Sierra opened her mouth to say something but I took that opportunity to interrupt her.

“What's your problem?”

“Him.”

“That's too bad, get over it and get out of our way.”

I saw Tristen smile hugely. I must be amusing him.

“Tristen isn't someone to be involved with.”

“I happen to like him, I think I'll take my chances. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself.”

She laughed. “That's what you think.”

I was about to step forward to put my fist in her mouth but Tristen's arms wrapped around my waist, restraining me.

“Come on, Shane. She's not worth it.”

“I'd like to see her try.” Sierra snorted.

“I'll do more than that you, stupid bitch.”

I tried to step forward again but Tristen didn't even move.

“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me. You're pathetic, new girl. Watch out for him.”

“Let's go, Shane.” Tristen said, pushing me past Sierra and into the classroom.

I looked around the classroom and there were maybe six other students. My guess most of them were seniors like me with cars. Tristen and I sat in the back of the room, alone.

“This period we can hang out and pretty much do nothing, we are in this room next period with Mr. Burke. There aren't enough classrooms for this study hall to actually have it's own room. Mr. Burke is just a nice guy, but a horrible teacher.”

“I doubt I would pay attention.”

“You that smart?”

“My mom believed that school systems were a bunch of crap so before she died she made me promise I would get a better education than a regular high school, I bought textbooks and taught myself everything I need to know. I've never made many friends, so I've always had a lot of time to study and learn.”

“That's impressive.”

“I guess.”

“You don't seem very confident about that.”

“I don't see it as a big deal.”

“If you don't mind me asking, how did your mother die?”

“Lung cancer. She was a smoker.”

“That sucks. I'm sorry.”

“I'll probably die just like her.”

“You smoke cigarettes?”

“No. I hate them. Sometimes when my dad and I move to a new place I find a good person who likes to smoke pot. I like it. Makes me feel like my moms not dead and my dad maybe cares about me. Sometimes, if I'm really strung I can believe vampires and werewolves are real.” I laughed.

“You'd be surprised.”

“At what?”

“How do you know vampires and werewolves aren't real?”

“Oh please, they are just stories to scare little kids.”

“Don't be so sure.”

Tristen seemed pretty cool, but what was all this crap about vampires and werewolves? I guess it's cool that he's got such an open mind to it, but he cant really believe in them. I didn't want to think about it, instead I thought about pounding Sierra's face in.

“What's the deal with that Sierra girl? She your girlfriend? An ex?” I asked, curiously.

He laughed, loudly. “Sierra never has been and never wil be my girlfriend. I despise the girl .”

“What's her deal then?”

“She doesn't like me, I guess.”

“Oh, come on! I know somethings going on there!”

“I don't think you would believe me.”

“Try me.” I challenged.

“Another time. You kind of mentioned moving around, do you move a lot?”

I sighed. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

“Why's that?”

“I always get kicked out of my school and my dad cant just switch me to the school in the next district, he likes moving way too much.”

“Likes moving?”

“Yeah, I guess he likes the thrills of finding completely new women to go out with and new business partners to argue with.”