{NEW STORY} Teenage Dream ; Chapter 1 ♡ † part one.





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Published on Mar 12, 2012

Author's Note: This is my first story. #stophate next one should be up soon. (: some factual information about myself, I'm alyssa i'm currently 15 a freshman in high-school. my passion is to write. i hope you enjoy my stories if you have any questions please feel free to comment or send me a message . ♥

Skylar's POV

I pushed through the crowd of students mingling in front of the lobby doors, anxious to get outside and start the long walk towards home. The first day at my new school had gone horribly.

I'd made zero friends, and only a few people had seemed willing to talk to me. It was awful. Even worse than the last school. I thought that having only two friends was bad, but having none was way worse. I'd lived here with my mom and dad when I was really young, I barely even remember it. But mom died and dad moved us away, leaving family and friends behind. When I found out we were moving back here, I'd hoped that it would be different. But it wasn't. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear as I finally got through the crowd and outside.

Lunch was the only part of the day that I hadn't completely hated. The school yard, buzzing with noise, was separated into different cliques when I walked in. The obviously cool kids were in the sunniest part of the yard. Quite a few tables had been moved closer together and the jocks and cheerleaders seemed to rule it. I rolled my eyes as one of the jocks flexed and a girl oohed over his muscles. Pathetic.

Turning my head I noticed that under the trees were a few kids dressed in total black. I could only assume they were gothic or emo, or whatever those people are. A few other students were scattered around, most of them in little groups of two or three, just close friends. Under a maple tree near the back was an empty table. Perfect. I made my way over and sat down.

With a red delicious apple in one hand and a book on the table in front of me, I was alone, reading and ignoring everyone else. It was my first day in the hick town school. Only 150 people total in the high school and none of them had tried to befriend me. Only a few of them seemed to acknowledge my presence. I didn't fit in here.

Maybe it was because I'd moved from the city, but that doesn't seem like it should matter. I didn't know what it was that made me so alone here, but whatever it was, I tried not to let it hurt me.

I was hoping that this school would be different from the last, but no, it was the same. A lot of it is my own fault. I'm quiet and would rather read than start a conversation. I can't pin the blame on the kids here when I know half of it is my own fault.

I glanced up from my book to pull my hood up more and saw that there was a boy sitting across from me. This was probably his usual table and I'd sat here. I was slightly embarrassed but getting up and moving would be weird... and he wasn't really saying anything or looking at me like I should move... I turned my attention back to the book convincing myself that if he wanted me to leave, he'd tell me.

So I'd eaten my lunch and read my book quietly until the bell rang. He had been just as quiet as I was and, although I was glad he hadn't said anything to me so I wouldn't have had to try to respond, I almost wished he had asked me my name or something.

I sighed, hitching my backpack up on my shoulders and crossing over to the elementary school. My neighbor's daughter, Nadia, had attached herself to me the first time she met me, about a week ago when we moved in. School had already started but dad said I could finish unpacking my stuff in my room before starting.

When Nadia learned that I would be walking to school, she begged me to walk with her and I'd happily agreed. It was like having the little sister I'd always wanted. I started to walk into the parking lot and then stopped, remembering that she had an afternoon dentist appointment and that her mom had picked her up. I turned and headed for home, trying to keep my spirits up.

Today had been rough and I just wanted to get home and curl up near the wood stove with a good book.


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