Ch. 1

Most people would call me... different, some have some sort of nerve to judge me (insignificant basters), a few think they can figure me out, the stories keep changing and changing every single day. I'm what you might classify goth, emo, nerd, but the truth, I'm nothing like that. Yeah, yeah, you're probably thinking, "sure she's not emo, isn't that what everyone says? She'd probably be cutting her wrist if she wasn't writing this junk." Maybe (about the that's what everyone says, not the cutting wrist thang), but I'm not classified as an "emo" or a "goth" because of what I wear, trust me.
Trying to classify me as a nerd now, huh? NOPE! Not that either, not according to last years marks, well they're not that bad: Spanish- D+, History- B+ (eh, what can I say, I've been almost everywhere), Bio- C, Math-  C-, and finally English- A. On top of that, I've never been on the debate team, never been near the Math team, nor the Spanish, tried the History (and got bored, must I say) and well the 'poetic/ book club' is filled with people I can't stand. So think I'm a nerd now? Good.

Anyways, now on to the introductions (I hate this part, so I'm doing sort of like a char of me... eh, you'll see what I mean).

Name: Lexi Adams (ha, maybe I should of joined the Adams family... LIKE I HAVEN'T HEARD THAT BEFORE, just saying, it's not new.)

Age: 16 going on 17 (If you even think of the 'Sound of Music' song 'You are 16 going on 17' stop.)

High school: Jordan's Prep. In NY.

Strengths: Well I guess you can count English, except it's become painful, due to the fact that I have morons in my class.

What else?

"Lexi, what are you doing after school?" Jim looked down at my hands while interfering with my thoughts. I knew he wanted to hold them, but wasn't going to let that happen.
"Avoiding you," I slammed my locker and turned the other way. Jim Heller, senior who use to be my friend. The greatest friend.
You see I wasn't always this 'weird'; It all started in one place, one time. My trust towards everyone, gone. And it was Jim and his group of friends who took that away, my group who took that away. I'd never forget.
"Lexi, can you just stop and listen for a change?"
"No, haven't you done enough?"
"Lex you're doing this to yourself. This was along time ago. We're all sorry... times a million, you know that."
"No, Jim, you're the only one who's sorry." He frowned to the hurtful words, which made me teary. Why? Don't know. Maybe it was because I didn't want that night to really happen.
I walked away, with no regrets, whatsoever.