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This is one of my first stories so I hope you'll like it. :)
HOLLY'S P.O.V:
I sighed. Another day. Another school. My fifth school in two years to be more exact. My
mom works with a company I honestly do not give a shit about. But whatever it is, it's screwing
up my already screwd up life. My father walked out on my mom and I when I was little. Since my
mom is always at work, that leaves me alone with nobody to talk to. And it sure as hell doesn't help moving hundreds, sometimes thousands of miles away just when I start making new
friends.
"This year will be different, Holly. Trust me. We'll stay in New Jersey for at least
three years, okay?" My mother had assured me as we were packing. I had just rolled my eyes.
New Jersey is my hometown, though after my father left us, my mom was depressed and we moved to
New York when I was seven. My mom then had begun searching for work in the designing fields. A
few months after the move, my mom had reicieved a phone call from someone who was interested in
hiring her. She designs things for basically anything needing designs, and obviousley most of
the world needs something designed. We've lived in pratically every state in America. So here I
am, lugging taped up boxes into our new home.
The next day my alarm clock beeped repeatedly, gradually getting louder. I slammed my fist
down onto it to shut it up, and stumbled out of bed unwillingly. I got dressed and brushed my
hair and teeth, then walking downstairs slowly, my eyes half closed.
Downstairs in the kitchen, I noticed a note on the fridge.
Holly, I hope you have a great first day at your new highschool.
-Mom
I slammed the piece of paper down on the counter and began the difficult search for my car
keys. After about 20 minutes of looking, I finally found them on the floor inbetween to empty
boxes.
In the school parking lot, I parked in the first spot my eyes spotted. I walked past
various people, all of which looked at me oddly, until I reached the office. "How may I assist
you?" an elderly woman asked me.
"I'm Holly Jones. I'm new here." I said, forcing a smile. She began rooting through a bunch of
papers, pulling out a tiny stack and handing them to me.
"Here's all the information you'll need. A map of the school, your locker number and
combination, and of course, your schedule."
I nodded, taking the papers and walking back out into the crowded hallways of Belleville
Highschool.
I searched through the papers until I saw my schedule. Studying it carefully, I tried my best
to memorize it. But it wasn't that easy. According to the piece of paper, I had homeroom in
five minutes with a teacher called Mrs. Holmes in room 119. I looked at my surroundings, seeing
rooms 114 and 116.
Okay, so I'm close. I thought.
There were only a few other students that were already seated in room 119. I self conciously
walked up to the lady sitting at the desk in the far corner of the room. I cleared my
throat. "Mrs. Holmes?"
"Yes, dear?" she replied looking up at me. She had huge glasses that covered the entire top
half of her face, and her hair was piled neatly into a bun that sat ontop of her head.
"I'm Holly Jones, and I'm in your homeroom." I told her.
"Oh! Yes, dear. I know. Well I'm Mrs. Holmes, as you've probably already figured out. But if
you haven't... well now you have!" she exclaimed. I smile awkwardly at the crazy old lady that
sat before me.
"Anyway, see that desk in the opposite back corner?" She questioned, pointing a long bony
finger. I tried my best to follow where she was pointing to, but I was entirley sure I was
eyeing the right desk. But I nodded anyway.
"That's where you'll be sitting." she smiled. I returned the gesture and silently walked over
to where I thought I saw her point.
As I was sitting down, the bell rang and students came rushing in. I hoped to god I was in the
right seat. Nobody seemed to be bothered by where I was seated so I relaxed a little.
The seat to my left was vacant, but the one next to it sat someone with amazing black hair.
It's normally the first thing I notice about people. Their hair. And his was especially
amazing. He was talking to someone with a HUGE afro behind him. Like I said, the hair is the
first thing I notice. But 'Fro Man's hair was difficult not to notice.
"Alright class!" Mrs. Holmes shouted above the chattering students. Almost everyone became
silent, that is, except for Amazing Hair and 'Fro Man.
I hoped that Mrs. Holmes would be too distracted by them to introduce me. That was always the
worst part of being new, in my opinion.
Amazing Hair started to laugh quietly. His laugh was unlike most, and hard to explain. But it
was contagious, so I had to hide my smile with my hand.
"Is something humorous, Mr. Iero?" Mrs. Holmes screeched.
Amazing Hair turned to look at her. "Well, Mrs. Holmes, firstly, I'm not 'Mr.Iero' that's my
father. I'm Frank. Well actually, that's also my father. But that's besides the point. And
secondly, I'm not so sure you'd find it humorous." Frank smirked.
"Oh? And why's that? Because I have practical humor, and you still giggle if someone
says something like 'sex'?" Mrs. Holmes replied.
Frank and Afro Dude burst out into laughter. I rolled my eyes.
"Mr. Toro! Mr. Iero! That's enough!" Mrs. Holmes shouted. Their laughter quieted.
Mrs. Holmes announced what she needed to, but I wasn't paying attention. I was so tired.
Finally, the bell rang and I shot up to go to my first actual class of the day.
After school had finally ended, I walked out to my car. "Hey! Wait up!!" I heard someone
call from behind. Surely they weren't talking to me. I turned around to be sure. Afro Dude was
jogging to catch up with me. I just stared at his bobbing 'fro.
"You're new, right?" he panted. I nodded slowly. "Cool! Oh, I'm Ray." he introduced.
"Holly." I said.
"You ever been to Jersey before?" he asked.
Why is he talking to me? I wondered. "Um yeah. I was born here." I said, feeling odd that I
was telling him this. He looked surprised. "Yeah, we move around alot." I said. Definitley
awkward.
"Oh. Hey, aren't you in my homeroom?" he asked.
"Um, yeah. What were you and... Frank talking about?" I asked. He seemed embarassed.
"It's a long story." he said.
"Oh, okay. Well I should be going..." I trailed off.
"Yeah, okay. Bye!" he said enthusiastically. I watched his 'fro as he sprinted away.
I'll update sometime tomorrow. Reveiw this please. xoxo-mandy
HOLLY'S P.O.V:
I sighed. Another day. Another school. My fifth school in two years to be more exact. My
mom works with a company I honestly do not give a shit about. But whatever it is, it's screwing
up my already screwd up life. My father walked out on my mom and I when I was little. Since my
mom is always at work, that leaves me alone with nobody to talk to. And it sure as hell doesn't help moving hundreds, sometimes thousands of miles away just when I start making new
friends.
"This year will be different, Holly. Trust me. We'll stay in New Jersey for at least
three years, okay?" My mother had assured me as we were packing. I had just rolled my eyes.
New Jersey is my hometown, though after my father left us, my mom was depressed and we moved to
New York when I was seven. My mom then had begun searching for work in the designing fields. A
few months after the move, my mom had reicieved a phone call from someone who was interested in
hiring her. She designs things for basically anything needing designs, and obviousley most of
the world needs something designed. We've lived in pratically every state in America. So here I
am, lugging taped up boxes into our new home.
The next day my alarm clock beeped repeatedly, gradually getting louder. I slammed my fist
down onto it to shut it up, and stumbled out of bed unwillingly. I got dressed and brushed my
hair and teeth, then walking downstairs slowly, my eyes half closed.
Downstairs in the kitchen, I noticed a note on the fridge.
Holly, I hope you have a great first day at your new highschool.
-Mom
I slammed the piece of paper down on the counter and began the difficult search for my car
keys. After about 20 minutes of looking, I finally found them on the floor inbetween to empty
boxes.
In the school parking lot, I parked in the first spot my eyes spotted. I walked past
various people, all of which looked at me oddly, until I reached the office. "How may I assist
you?" an elderly woman asked me.
"I'm Holly Jones. I'm new here." I said, forcing a smile. She began rooting through a bunch of
papers, pulling out a tiny stack and handing them to me.
"Here's all the information you'll need. A map of the school, your locker number and
combination, and of course, your schedule."
I nodded, taking the papers and walking back out into the crowded hallways of Belleville
Highschool.
I searched through the papers until I saw my schedule. Studying it carefully, I tried my best
to memorize it. But it wasn't that easy. According to the piece of paper, I had homeroom in
five minutes with a teacher called Mrs. Holmes in room 119. I looked at my surroundings, seeing
rooms 114 and 116.
Okay, so I'm close. I thought.
There were only a few other students that were already seated in room 119. I self conciously
walked up to the lady sitting at the desk in the far corner of the room. I cleared my
throat. "Mrs. Holmes?"
"Yes, dear?" she replied looking up at me. She had huge glasses that covered the entire top
half of her face, and her hair was piled neatly into a bun that sat ontop of her head.
"I'm Holly Jones, and I'm in your homeroom." I told her.
"Oh! Yes, dear. I know. Well I'm Mrs. Holmes, as you've probably already figured out. But if
you haven't... well now you have!" she exclaimed. I smile awkwardly at the crazy old lady that
sat before me.
"Anyway, see that desk in the opposite back corner?" She questioned, pointing a long bony
finger. I tried my best to follow where she was pointing to, but I was entirley sure I was
eyeing the right desk. But I nodded anyway.
"That's where you'll be sitting." she smiled. I returned the gesture and silently walked over
to where I thought I saw her point.
As I was sitting down, the bell rang and students came rushing in. I hoped to god I was in the
right seat. Nobody seemed to be bothered by where I was seated so I relaxed a little.
The seat to my left was vacant, but the one next to it sat someone with amazing black hair.
It's normally the first thing I notice about people. Their hair. And his was especially
amazing. He was talking to someone with a HUGE afro behind him. Like I said, the hair is the
first thing I notice. But 'Fro Man's hair was difficult not to notice.
"Alright class!" Mrs. Holmes shouted above the chattering students. Almost everyone became
silent, that is, except for Amazing Hair and 'Fro Man.
I hoped that Mrs. Holmes would be too distracted by them to introduce me. That was always the
worst part of being new, in my opinion.
Amazing Hair started to laugh quietly. His laugh was unlike most, and hard to explain. But it
was contagious, so I had to hide my smile with my hand.
"Is something humorous, Mr. Iero?" Mrs. Holmes screeched.
Amazing Hair turned to look at her. "Well, Mrs. Holmes, firstly, I'm not 'Mr.Iero' that's my
father. I'm Frank. Well actually, that's also my father. But that's besides the point. And
secondly, I'm not so sure you'd find it humorous." Frank smirked.
"Oh? And why's that? Because I have practical humor, and you still giggle if someone
says something like 'sex'?" Mrs. Holmes replied.
Frank and Afro Dude burst out into laughter. I rolled my eyes.
"Mr. Toro! Mr. Iero! That's enough!" Mrs. Holmes shouted. Their laughter quieted.
Mrs. Holmes announced what she needed to, but I wasn't paying attention. I was so tired.
Finally, the bell rang and I shot up to go to my first actual class of the day.
After school had finally ended, I walked out to my car. "Hey! Wait up!!" I heard someone
call from behind. Surely they weren't talking to me. I turned around to be sure. Afro Dude was
jogging to catch up with me. I just stared at his bobbing 'fro.
"You're new, right?" he panted. I nodded slowly. "Cool! Oh, I'm Ray." he introduced.
"Holly." I said.
"You ever been to Jersey before?" he asked.
Why is he talking to me? I wondered. "Um yeah. I was born here." I said, feeling odd that I
was telling him this. He looked surprised. "Yeah, we move around alot." I said. Definitley
awkward.
"Oh. Hey, aren't you in my homeroom?" he asked.
"Um, yeah. What were you and... Frank talking about?" I asked. He seemed embarassed.
"It's a long story." he said.
"Oh, okay. Well I should be going..." I trailed off.
"Yeah, okay. Bye!" he said enthusiastically. I watched his 'fro as he sprinted away.
I'll update sometime tomorrow. Reveiw this please. xoxo-mandy
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