Alone

"Riley Isabella Evanson"
"Here.." I reply sluggishly sinking into the depths of my chair.

First day of high school, generally speaking a pretty exciting day. That is to most people. To me, however, its just another year of being made fun of, sleepless nights and most of all, uncontrollable drama that makes you want to shoot yourself with a pistol.

I am sitting in homeroom, this room smells like new car. The new car smell practically gags you as you enter the room. All the rooms in this dumb school smell like this, reason number one that high school is hell.

The bell finally rings to dismiss us to our first period. I get to English as quickly as my short legs will carry me. Getting there first is much better than walking in last and having everyone stare at you with bewildering eyes eager to see if the know you. When they realize the don't know who the hell you are, their eyes look at every last detail about you. Your clothes, your hair, your backpack, your "strut". Basically judgment and humiliation all in one. I sit down at the furthest desk I can find from the door, put my ipod ear buds in and turn on Linkin Park. For the first 10 minutes English class goes a little something like this, Girl A walks into the room and starts completely freaking out because girl B is in the class. Then Girl A and Girl B start glaring and gossiping, talking 90 miles an hour about Girl C...

Who is Girl C you may ask... Riley Isabella Evanson.

I hate English.

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After listening to Mrs. Dontcareenoughtolearnnameof, was done blabbing about what we were going to do this year and her hopes and expectations of us as students. I skipped oh so "happily" to History Class. When the bell rang Mr. Rocketfeller, did the same thing as the English lady.

As did Ms. Neilson (notice the Ms... High School boys are such pigs) my physical education teacher, Mr. Nordstrom mi profesor de español (my Spanish teacher), Mrs. Scott my Biology teacher, Mr. Batta my Algebra 2 teacher, and Study Hall with Ms. Rochenda.

Reasons as to why High School Sucks:
1. Dumb Rooms
2. B*****s
3. B*****s
4. B*****s
5. B*****s
6. B*****s
7. Stressful Classes

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After my last class of the day, which happens to be Study Hall, I go home, Sit on my bed. Thinking. Alone. No one to call or text about how my first day of school went. Or whose cute and whose changed over the summer. No one.

Alone.

Reviews

To be honest, Geralyn Miller already said it all.
Otherwise, this was good. :)

[Geralyn Miller]

You need more exposition of what is behind her sullen negativity, otherwise she will just come off as a bad tempered brat.