Jill POV

I'm nervous. Alesa told me she had what could be taken as good news or bad news. I really hope good. My Amber haired friend was always full of surprises. She's getting a car but isn't allowed to drive me she is getting a car and is allowed to drive me she isn't getting a car. But there's one thing that would kill me forever. If one of her surprises were......shes moving........ she's the one who stands up for me. And if she moves.....then I'm toast. I'm also nervous cause I'm paired up with someone for a project. Her name is Kara. She's my worst nightmare. I pull my hair back in a loose pony and change my song.

When she was just a girl,she expected the world, but it flew away from her reach, and the bullets catch in her teeth

I don't hear the rest because I get nailed in the head with a football. I turn around to see two jocks standing there. I grimace. Rob and Vikk. The two jerks. "Hey there nerd" Rob yells. I turn back around and shove my phone into my pocket. My heads throbbing and I can't wait to get home and record. Because school is my literal worst nightmare. Asides from Kara. My school comes into view and I sigh. No relief here. Our school has one of the best football teams, smartest classes, most popular students but we're mostly known as The Worst School in All Of California. Yay. Sarcasm. The bullies are the jerkiest and the girls are either popular rich and snooty as heck or nerds, geeks and losers like me. I mean most of the people once were pretty nice. I was kinda popular. I had quite a few friends. Few of them being Kara Rob Tiffany and Vikk. But then high school freaking came and so did some other kids. Alesa, who I pretty much instantly became friends with, Jin whose pretty nice but is kinda soft spoken, Tyler whose hilarious and the class clown but is also one of the smartest kids in our grade and Brandon. He's pretty cute and has fluffy hair. Not that I've felt it. Just it looks Fluffy. He's Kara's boyfriend so I just stay away from him. And her. And everyone asides from Alesa. I open the front doors and are instantly tripped. I get up and dust myself off. I'm the kinda person who likes to be kinda organized but also kinda messy. I'm not one of the kids who carry around a pocket Protecter. Alesa is bounding towards me. I remember her news and I again hope it's good