So, um, this is a few years before the previous entry. It will explain things better if I do it this way, I think. Tell me what you think about that, or whatever. Love it, hate it, whatever.

Dedicated to – Melchan13. I hope you enjoy it!


Hapless Heroine

Clear red streaks ran down my slender form, the pale skin stained temporarily with the dye from my hair. A slight frown made itself home on my features as I tried my best to ignore the slight smell of hair dye. I'd just recently dyed my hair a purple color in a spout of braveness. I rather like how it turned out, a dark black color with a hint of purple in the sunlight.

After I'd washed the now purple suds from my hair I looked up to the ceiling, and out the window of my shower. The trees could be seen, but that was mostly it. Slowly I turned off the water and rang out my long hair with one hand while the other reached for a towel. A white towel, I sighed, knowing just how mad was going to get with her towel being turned some weird color. Instead of getting a new one, I wrapped it around my body and stepped out onto the shower mat, toes wiggling into the soft blue fuzzy rug.

Today would be like any other day, except I was starting a new school. I had a feeling I was going to be late, but I wasn't in any hurry to go learn something. This was my second year of high school, the first year I had gone to a school 30 minutes away. We had moved to a bigger house, and therefore I'd been forced to transfer schools.

The only thing I missed about my last school was my best friend, Molly. Molly was the only girl I'd ever been attracted to, the only girl I had wanted to be with. Instead of acting on those feelings I pushed them aside and did my best just to move on. I couldn't tell the most amazing girl in the world that I had a crush on her. She'd probably just ignore me, anyway.

"Jamie! Are you awake yet!? You're going to be late." My mother's angry voice echoed in my head, and I fought to keep my cool. I was irritable in the morning, more so when I was ripped from thoughts. I threw back a harsh "Yes!" then walked out of my bathroom to find some clothing to wear for the day.

As I left the bathroom into the hallway, I could hear the loud voices downstairs. My sisters were already in the kitchen eating and talking; they were twins and looked just alike. They were the typical girly girls, but I did love them. Sara and Sam, however, weren't too fond of me. They had even refused to go on the bus with me, not on the first day. They had said they were going to be riding with a boy they'd met over summer at the pool.

I didn't dawdle long, soon I found myself in my brightly colored room. I didn't take long to settle on something to wear; it wasn't like I was trying to impress anyone. A black shirt and pants were what I grabbed, maybe if I looked semi-tough I wouldn't be picked on or bothered.

Wrong.

I walked slowly down the brightly painted hallway, eyeing my house with approving eyes. We hadn't lived here for long, but the walls were already decorated colorfully just like the house we'd lived in before. Bright orange and pinks were in the hallway, while a light blue greeted me in the kitchen. "Morning," I spoke and sat down on the counter top.

"Morning, Jamie. Get off the counter." My Mom scolded without looking behind her. With a defeated groan I slipped off of the counter and watched the clock tick by. I hadn't planned on going to school early, so I would wait for the bus. Apparently my older sisters had both left a few minutes ago, I was partly happy I wouldn't have to see them. Their dolled up faces and straightened hair made me look like a mistake sometimes. I wasn't hungry, so I opted not to eat breakfast. Besides, if I got hungry at school, I could just buy something from the machine or if it was earlier than that they did serve breakfast in the morning. The lady that'd walked me around a few days before explaining the school had been pretty helpful. The only downside to this school was that it was huge, and that there was no air conditioning. Not only would the rooms be hot, but the bodies would make it even worse.

The clock continued to move slowly, and I was forced to sit in awkward silence on the bar stool. It took about five of those slow minutes before my mother finally spoke up.

"You should go wait for the bus," She turned her attention from washing dishes to me, giving a smile. "You can't miss the bus on your first day. Have fun, dear, I love you." She then motioned for a hug and I complied before walking out of the kitchen towards our living room. Pushing past the front door I groaned at the smell of outside. It smelt fresh and made my nose itch. I honestly needed to go outside more, that way the sun wouldn't blind me.

As I waited at the bus stop in front of my house, a girl who I assumed was my neighbor walked up beside me and gave a friendly smile. She was a cute blonde girl, the type I guessed who had lots of friends. She said hello, and I returned the favor though said nothing else. When the bus stopped in front of me, I was glad; it was hot and I couldn't stand being without some sort of relief.

Being the unsocial person that I was, I made sure to sit in the front of the bus right behind the driver with my bag in the empty spot beside me. I figured this spot was the least likely to be occupied, but I was proven wrong as the bus steadily filled and I was forced to share my seat with not one, but two other people. We didn't speak a word to each other, but I figured mostly it was because they were tired.

My eyes were glued out the window, headphones blaring rock music into my ears. My glasses caused a rose-colored tint to my world. I thought it was ironic, since most of the time I was a pessimist. They were prescription glasses, and the only pair I had, so it wasn't like any of the teachers could really tell me to take them off; no matter how much they tried. At my last school, they'd just given up on the second or third warning.

The total time the bus drove around after picking me up was thirty minutes. It gave me a long time to think, to do extra work, or just to listen to music. I wasn't really one that was too interested in bands, but the music did help drown out the annoyingly shrill voices.

As the bus came to a halt in front of the school, my seat-mates pushed their way out of the bus first while a flood of students followed behind. I opted to stay until the very last of the seniors in the back had left before I stood up and walked out calmly. It was better not to get shoved around when you were so short and relatively tiny.

My curly hair was drying cutely, I noted, eyeing myself in my locker mirror. A grin was on my glossed lips as I grabbed my math book. The only thing worse about this town than math being the very first thing I did in the morning was that this town was his home town. The smile that had once been on my face faltered until I frowned. I hoped with all my heart that I never saw that man again, although I was certain that some people here knew him. He probably said all sorts of things about me, and that just made my head spin. My only saving grace was that William had graduated two years earlier.

Math class was close to my locker, so I wasted no time heading into the room to find my seat. The teacher had a little seating chart on the board directing us where to sit, my seat was in the middle of the classroom. I was glad about the position, since it was neither in the back nor in the front. It wasn't too close to the teacher, and it wasn't too far away.

Our teacher, who I later learned was named Mr. Gray, came into the room with a cup of coffee in his hand. He took a sip, sat at his desk and waited for the rest of the students to come into the room and find their places. I simply stared at the dorky looking man seated in the desk. His dark short hair was brushed back neatly, glasses hooked in a pocket on his stripped shirt.

After all of the students had come into the classroom, my teacher looked at me and smiled before he stood and took roll call. I figured I had been staring too long and made the obviously new teacher a little nervous; but I didn't care. I spoke up when my name was called, announcing my presence. Since I was new at the start of the year, I was given no acknowledgement from any of the other students; they obviously didn't care who I was or where I came from. It wasn't like I really looked forward to making friends with any of these snobby people; I had my own friends only a short thirty minutes away. My sweet Molly wouldn't ever forget me.

My mismatched shoes tapped lightly against the tiled floor, succeeding only in annoying my neighbor. He looked at me, and then to my feet before coming up with an original tease, "Your shoes don't match"

I had to grin; it'd been a while since anyone had mentioned my shoes partly because everyone back home was used to it. I looked at the boy's dark hair and light eyes, preppy clothes and a cocky grin, etching him firmly into my memory. Of course he was one of those sporty types, so I'd probably confuse him with one or two other boys. Turning my attention back to the tall male's well-defined face I answered his statement, "They do match, they're just different colors. My wife has the other shoes, so we match." Molly and I had gotten married over the summer; she walked down the frozen food aisle and we exchanged cheap rings. It had been funny at the time, although now I wished I had stolen a kiss from her then. It would probably be my only chance to get away with something like that, and I of course had blown it to pieces.

I jumped when a beanie baby flew out of the air and landed on my desk. "What the hell?" I spoke out loud, getting a few laughs from the class. Apparently this was something I should've expected, since the teacher was looking at me like I should be doing something. "Um..." Clearly, I was lost, so the young teacher sighed and pointed at the board. There was an unfinished problem, along with a title 'Catch my Monkey' I had to laugh at the horrible name, trying to drag my mind back from the gutter and into the real world. There were only a few things I really knew so far about this school; but this one was painfully clear. There was no fucking way I was going to get up at eight in the morning to have some monkey thrown at me then be expected to do math.

"Oh. No, that's okay." I spoke and threw the beanie baby back at the teacher who looked surprised; he even fumbled with catching the toy. It was like forcing a refund on a clothing store, even if they refused to take it. Instead of punishing me, he simply went to the next person; I think he was in shock. I hated being put in the spot light, but I was used to it. My smart-ass mouth often put me center stage, which I had to admit could be a little fun.

The rest of my day went by uneventful, most of the teachers just went over the same rules they were expected to go over every year. By the third time of hearing the same practiced speech about not getting out of my desk without raising my hand, I was thankful for the loud ringing of the bell. It was lunch time, and everyone was more than happy to get going. Instead of it being a huge mess like my pervious school had been, this one was a lot more refined. We all lined against a wall then left together, there were apparently three lunch shifts, and we were the second. That meant that after lunch we were to return to the classroom for more learning. Thank god my third block class was drama; I wouldn't mind returning to that.

I was a freak, according to the standards of high school and I was slightly proud of that title. I wore what I liked, and I acted how I felt. I dressed in bright colors one day; and dark the next. My hair was purple; I was hyper and I just couldn't hold back half the things I said. So, it was obvious that I wouldn't be sitting with my more popular siblings, which I'm sure they were thankful for. Instead, I sat myself down on a wobbly blue chair in the back, rocking playfully a few times with the sway of the chair as I picked at my food. I had been amused, earlier, to notice that there were two lines. One line was the regular healthy lunch line, while the other was a snack line full of fried foods. I had been really excited about that; it was a first for me. They even had vending machines with all sorts of good tasting food.

It wasn't long before a big group of people came to sit at my table. They all looked different; one was larger around the middle with greasy brown hair. His eyes looked friendly, but all other hints of friendliness were lost in contrast to his harsh appearance. There was a girl too; she had red hair with bright green eyes. Lost in love, I noted, as she was constantly clinging to an extremely tall looking older boy. The last male my eyes focused on caught me by surprised as dark eyes met my gray ones; his long black hair curtaining about his face. He looked familiar, but I didn't push my brain to work harder than it had to.

He spoke up, obviously directing his voice to me. "Hey."

"Hi…" I returned uneasily, the whole table was looking at me. I had expected them to, sure, but not for this long. Oh, right. They were probably staring at me because I had never introduced myself formally. "My name's Jamie."

"I know, " The handsome boy with black hair said, a smirk painted on his perfect face. "You ride my bus. I'm Calvin; it's nice to meet you."

The remainder of the lunch, I listened quietly as the rest of the table went about talking, occasionally they'd throw a question at me which I answered shortly before taking another bite of food. I found that the more often my mouth was full, the fewer questions I got asked. Unfortunately for me, I had to breathe.


A/N

Okay! That's it for chapter two, I hope you like it.