Chapter oneMature

High school is a nightmare for some people for others it’s the best time of their life it all depends on what clique they are in. If you are in one of the popular cliques you will have the best years of your life but if you are in other cliques like mathletes your doomed from the day you signed up. But what do you do but go day by day getting opinions from different cliques.

“I can’t believe she wore that to school.”

“Brittney looks like a slut I bet she has slept with the whole of the football team.”

Why can’t it be different why can’t people look at each other and see a person who is different because not everyone is the same.

My name is Smashleigh and this is my story.

I am 16 years old I have recently moved from England to America. I am about to start school I will be a Junior in the 11th grade. My school is called Old Fort High School in County McDowell North Carolina. I am quite nervous I am not sure how the Americans will react to me.

The parking lot to the school was full I forgot most older kids drive to school in America. The building looked a little tacky maybe needed some TLC and a lick of paint.

Students were entering the school through a big set of doors I followed after hoping not to get lost just in case the door vanished or something crazy like that.

As I enter the school the corridor is filled with students I felt really intimidated. In slow motion they all turned and looked at me not looked, STARED. It was silent. What should I do? Run? Cry? Wave Hello? I looked around there was one guy in the back not even taking notice I immediately liked him. 

“What is everyone looking at?” A blonde girl came out of nowhere and suddenly heads snapped away from me and chatter resumed like before I had even come in.

“And you are?” The blonde girl was in front of me I was taken aback. “Hello?”

“I am Smashleigh.” I say calmly trying not to sound scared it wasn’t going too well.

“What kind of a name is that?” she said sounding snobbish.

“My name” I say as a matter of fact. “And who are you?”

“Oh no, no you don’t ask my name I tell you when I see fit to.” She replied and I felt sick who the hell does she think she is?

“Excuse me do people actually let you talk to them like that or are they too scared to?” I bite back.

“You may be from England but now you’re in my country now you listen to me.”

“I’m sorry I am not a sheep and I don’t intend to become one so if you don’t mind I am going to find me some tea and crumpets.” A little English humour for her. I walked away as her jaw dropped I didn’t realise that there were people watching, my cheeks flushed Scarlett red. I saw the guy that hadn’t even noticed me and walked up to him. He turned and looked at me. He was in dark clothes and they were very plain the shirt didn’t have any ironic saying on it or picture, I was very disappointed.

“You should be careful what you say to her, hell hath no fury like a bitch scorned.” He said in nothing more than a whisper.

“Hell hasn’t met this bitch yet.” I smirked.

“Braydon.” He put his hand out for me.

“Smashleigh.” I took it.

“Well Smashleigh you have made a new Allie.” He said smirking.

“And why would I need an Allie?” I asked and he leaned forward and whispered into my ear.

“Cause you’re a dead girl walking.” He moved away and was gone.

I looked around and couldn’t see him. Who the hell was that? I was more and more intrigued with him.

The school was dull the lockers were grey I mean who likes the colour grey? Dead girl walking, really? Those words haunted me all the way to my very first class. English.

“Settle down class we have a new student all the way from England. Her name is Smashleigh, welcome her with open arms.” Mr Figgins said cheerily.

The students gaped at me and I felt intimidated by them.

I sent a silent prayer to god hoping they like me.

I looked around hoping I wouldn’t see that bitch from the corridor and to my dismay she was there glaring. I moved away from her direction and saw Braydon sat by himself I moved to his table.

“May I sit here?” I asked seeing as though he is the only person I have spoken to that has been nice to me.

He didn’t reply so I just sat down.

“You know this is very dangerous right?” He finally spoke I looked at him and bit my lip.

“How so?” I replied curious by his mysteriousness.

“Just the target on your back is getting ever so bigger.” He smirked.

“Why do I have a target on my back?” I asked puzzled.

“You can’t seriously be that dumb?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” I said hoping he would laugh so I know he was pulling a prank on me.

“You’re just going to have to figure this one out for yourself but it’s your funeral.” He smirked again and I was scared.

“I need everyone to read the first few chapters of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet tonight for tomorrows lesson I want a full review of what you have read.” Mr Figgins said loudly making me listen. “Sarah will you hand out the books to everyone?”

A girl stood up she had brown hair and was very pretty she headed to the front of the classroom and picked up the books.

She smiled at Mr Figgins and he smiled back it creeped me out.

“They are doing it.” Braydon whispered to me like he had known what I was thinking. I turned to him and glared.

“How do you know?” I asked.

“It’s not hard to tell, their body language, flirty smiles, picking her out of the other students, you can’t be that stupid to not notice.”

“Why are you being so mean to me?” I asked offended.

“I never asked you to sit next to me did I?” he replied nonchalantly.

“You said we were Allies.”

“Well you obviously don’t understand what an Allie does.”

“Enlighten me.” I glared angrily.

“An Allie is private you don’t admit in public that one is an Allie cause that gets both of you killed in battle.”

“Who said anything about getting killed?”

“I give up you’re impossible.” He sighed.

“I just don’t understand you, your being cryptic and I don’t like it just tell me straight up why I would need you as an Allie.”

“Because I can help you, but I can also hurt you.”

“How can you hurt me?”

“That’s all for now.” He paused “You’re going to be the death of me.” He opened his mouth to carry on but closed it and looked at his watch.

 He didn’t speak to me again after that. The bell rang he got up and left before I had even closed my books.

I sighed and stood up.

“Smashleigh can you stay behind I would like to talk to you.” Mr Figgins called.

When everyone cleared the room he shut the door. Had he noticed I didn’t listen to his lesson?

“You wanted to see me?” I said breaking the tension.

“Yes I did, did you enjoy the lesson? I saw you looked a bit confused a few times.” He smiled patronizingly. I never took notice to how young he actually was he had to be in his late 20’s early 30’s. He had dark brown hair and a rugged face.

 “Yes it was fine” I nodded. “I understood everything.”

He creeped closer to me and put his fingers through my hair, I stepped back. He stroked my hair and smiled.

“I like black hair. It suits you.”  He came closer I gulped.

“Is that everything?” I asked feeling my heart pound. He stopped smiling and his face twisted he leaned towards me as I stood back I was against the white board. Oh shit.

The door burst open I looked over and Braydon was stood there his face wasn’t amused he looked dark and angry.

Mr Figgins stood back and smiled.

“If there is anything you need to know about the homework just let me know.” He said squeezing my shoulder. “Can I help you Braydon?”

“I was just coming to collect my book off Smashleigh.” He said calmly not taking his eyes off Mr Figgins.

“Very well Smashleigh and I have had our little chat, run along now I will see you both tomorrow.” He smiled widely as I moved towards Braydon.

We walked out the room and down the corridor Braydon pushed open a store room door and pulled me inside.

“This is why you need me.” He shouted “If I hadn’t have kept my eye on you, do you realise what he was going to do to you?”

“I appreciate you coming in when you did but that doesn’t mean I need you.” I said angrily.

“Yes it did, you still don’t realise there are people here in this school out to get YOU.”

“Why me? What have I done?” I asked still clueless.

“Because your different.” He said calmly and slowly.

“It’s because I’m from England?”

“No, because you’re you, just stay away from Mr Figgins and Alana.”

“Who?” Oh that must be that bitch.

“The girl who hates you and you shouted at.”

“Technically I didn’t shout at her.”

“That doesn’t matter to her, what does however is your head on a platter.”

“How are you going to help me?” I asked trying to calm my breathing.

“With great difficulty.” 

The End

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