Heading for school was just like any other day. I woke up at an ungodly here, did my daily routine, and then waited for the bus like every other day.

Usually, my mornings consisted of me attempting to tune out all of the noise and people around me and drifting off into la-la land for the duration of the ride to school. On rare occasions, when someone is ballsy enough to try to talk to me... let's just say, "What Would Jesus Do" is the last thing on my mind. Normally mornings and I have a hate-hate relationship.

However, Today seems to be a good day, the seat next to me is occupied by my paint-covered backpack, and no one has bothered me so far. Allowing me to turn my music up to full blast and enjoy my morning ride to school, 'Today is going to be a good day.'

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'I hate it here. I hate life. Fuck this school!' I yell angrily in my head as I slam my locker shut. "UGH..." I bang my head against the locker.

"Aurora, sweetheart, love muffin, hunnypie, babycakes, love of my life... You can't afford any more brain damage." My best friend, Ivy, said to me in a playful tone.

I turned my head to glare at her, "shut up Vee..." Sighing, as I slide down the lockers and sit on the floor.

"What's wrong, sweetface?" She looks down at me on the floor.

"Firstly, you have got to stop with these nicknames. Secondly, I had Mr. Fortune (For-Tune) for American Lit today since Mrs. Harrison was out." I groaned out.

"Aw...that is harsh, girl." Ivy sat down next to me and patted my leg sympathetically.

"Who are you telling... it's only 3rd period and I have a headache that would give Bloody Mary a run for her money." Resting my head on my knees trying to ease my pain. These headaches were coming on more frequently and starting to get more intense every time.

"Want some drugs?" Ivy offers seriously.

I snickered at Ivy's question. "Jeez, make it sound any worse why don't you?"

"Oh, hush and take the damn Advil, Rory." Ivy pulled out her small bottle of Advil and handed it to me.

"Thanks, you're the best." I took a couple of pills and handed her back the bottle, "Let's get going. We have math next,"

It was Ivy's turn to bang her head against the lockers. "...Kill us now."

I rolled my eyes, "It won't be that bad."

"Bullshit and you know it." We both got up from the floor and dusted off our clothes.

"Shh, let's go!" I grabbed Ivy's hand and dragged her off to class.

Math was just like always, loud. Everyone has finally woken up for the day and now practically yelling amongst themselves. Great timing. Sighing, laying my head on my desk. Today has been the same as always, boring and tiring. The normal.

Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I type a quick text to Ivy.

Me: SAVE ME :(

The Gray to my Natsu: How?? We're in the same class slowness

Me: ......

The Gray to my Natsu: Exactly

Me: Ugh...where's Mr. B? It's been like 10 mins since the bell

The Gray to my Natsu: Why would I know?? Do I look like his personal assistant?

Me: You're an ass

The Gray to my Natsu: Only for you baby ;)

Me: Oh god lol stop

The Gray to my Natsu: Lol ok but seriously, ur right where is this man?

Me: I wish I knew ugh... I'm taking a nap

The Gray to my Natsu: In the middle of class lol at 10 a.m.?

Me: Yes

The Gray to my Natsu: Sweet dreams baby lol

I laughed silently at Ivy's last message, she's so foolish sometimes, but you have to love her. She is always, unapologetically herself.

Genevieve Iris Grey. Ivy or Vee for short is one of a kind and single-handedly the most important person in my life. Besides my parents, of course. But Vee is like my other half. She understood me like no one else. She is the sister I don't have and I love her to pieces.

Looking over to where Ivy is sitting, I saw her chatting with the girls around her table. I chuckled, we're so different, and yet we're so similar. If I were anyone else, I wouldn't be able to explain to you how we've stayed friends all these years.

Ivy is the socialite out of the two of us, well... that's a bit of a stretch but she can talk more freely to other people than I can. I'm not necessarily antisocial or introverted, but I don't like being around people for prolonged periods. I enjoy spending time and hanging out with my friends of course, but I also need my me-time. Just some time for me to read peacefully, be in my own world in solitude and recharge my social battery.

Even looks wise Ivy and I, are opposites. At least as of now, we are. We spent most of our lives looking close enough to be sisters. We had similar facial features, close body types, and olive skin. We did, however, have some differences, while we were close in body types Ivy was far more athletic than I was and my olive skin was paler than hers.

That aside it was halfway through summer break when Ivy had, in her words not mine, a "mid-teen crisis." She didn't want to be a Plain Jane, once again her words, not mine, any more so she made the drastic decision of cutting her waist-length honey blonde hair into a short bob that comes right to above her chin.

And to make her change even more prominent to the world, she dyed her blonde hair a bright, fiery red. Now my best friend was a cute, short red-headed ball of crazy.

Truthfully, it matched her personality completely. She even topped off her look with a pair of pretty smokey grey contacts. This girl looked every bit intimidating and yet she was one of the friendliest and sweetest girls you could ever know.

I, on the other hand, am quite the Plain Jane and damned proud of it. It's who I am and I embrace it wholeheartedly. This was my comfort zone. I'm not now, nor do I foresee myself being bold enough like Ivy to chop off my hair or even attempt to dye it. But I can't lie, I've always wanted to have purple highlights. Purple was one of my favorite colors and it would be cool to try out but I know I couldn't pull that off.

Laughing to myself, I shake my head and turn away from my best friend. Now gazing out the window I watched the clouds while waiting for our teacher to walk in. 'Such a beautiful day.' I began to space out, letting my mind wander and the voices of my classmates growing quieter and quieter with each passing second. It felt like hours had gone by, my mind had wandered everywhere and nowhere all at the same time.

Only when my teacher dropped his textbooks on his desk had I realized his presence and not just me, everyone in the class had now stopped their idle chit-chat to stare upfront at our teacher.

"Thank you. Now that I have your attention, I would like to introduce your new classmates for the semester. Please, come in." He gestured for whoever was outside of the classroom to walk in.