Life.

It's terrible.

School.

It sucks.

I.

Am a potato.

That freaky dead lady seriously put me in none of the same classes as my cousin!!! And guess what? I don't have friends and am socially awkward, this is not going to end well. Not to mention the fact that I'm currently LOST in one of the biggest schools I've ever seen!

Great. This day was just going great. At least I was able to make it to band on time. Somehow my saxophone was already in there even though I put it in my locker... this school just gets creepier by the second. Not to mention that everyone looked unfriendly in there. Stina and Maruca were sitting in the front row, the former a flute and the latter a clarinet. I walked over to the band teacher, Lady Cadence (all the teachers went by sir or lady. Kinda weird but I'm not one to judge), and asked her where I was supposed to sit.

"Ughhh. Of course I'm here teaching kids who don't even know where to sit when I have the qualifications to be conducting the King's Band. Over there, next to the brunette boy." She pointed out the Alto Sax's first chair player, next to him was an empty seat. I walked over and sat down. There was already a music folder with my name on it on the stand.

"Long time no see." The boy next to me whispered with a hyper voice.

"Jensi?" I asked after finally taking in who was next to me. "You're in band?"

"Yep. How'd it go with Dame Zombina?"

"Dame Zombina?" The kids seriously called their principal that? I could come up with a million better nicknames than Dame Zombina.

"Zombina to those who despise her. Zombalina to those who fear her. And... 'AYO THAT'S ONE WACK ZOMBIE!!!!' to those who don't care and want detention." I blinked in surprise. Umm, what? Everyone in the room screamed and ducked under their chairs, thinking he was announcing the arrival of their principal. I continued to blink and stare at the room in horror. What is going on? 

Lady Cadence called for attention and started the class. We played Never Gonna Give You Up and Don't Stop Believing. It was pretty awesome and Jensi was really cool. He's pretty popular in the band world. Stina and Maruca avoided me along with the rest of the flute and most of the clarinets. There was one pretty cool clarinet named Fernan, Jensi's older brother. There was only one base clarinet, a severely emo girl with a leather jacket, skull t-shirt, ripped shorts with fishnet tights underneath, combat boots, several face piercings, and spiky pink hair with black roots. The furry growled at me when I tried to talk to her. Like, actually growled. Jensi told me she was the resident emo and to stay away, so that's what I did.

The trumpets were obnoxious, per usual. Most of them were popular boys, a few were the jock girls, and they were crackheads. Not actually, just acted like it. They were more obnoxious than me, and that's saying something. And the annoying percussionists wouldn't stop playing the drums. Most of them were the emos-trying-to-be-drug-dealers boys and girls but there were some normal and nice people in there too. There were only two low brass, both boys, one trombone and one tuba. Even with the small numbers you could still hear them clearly. 

Finally, my own section. There was a boy in one of the older levels, Wylie, who was super nice and helped me get the hang of our music. A few of the sax girls were also really nice, all of them had dyed hair ranging from neon yellow to navy blue. And the other two boys mostly just kept to themselves, hiding out in the corner.

As you can assume, with that type of group, things got crazy. I hardly made it out alive between the carpet war and seance. But it was way better the orchestra. I still get chills from when Dex forced me to play violin in fourth grade.

"So, what'd you think of band class?" Jensi asked as we walked out of class. Wylie, him, and me all have Spanish together so we were walking in the same direction.

"Very... interesting." I commented as I maneuvered around a group of kids. One of them pulled another's hair, which quickly turned into a fight. Girl one swung at girl two and hit her in the jaw. It wasn't hard enough to knock her out but she became a bit disoriented. While I was invested in seeing who won, Jensi and Wylie looked bored and continued walking. 

I ran to catch up to them at the door of the Spanish room, which hopefully wouldn't be too hard. Technically, it couldn't be. I've got photographic memory. Not to brag or anything, but I'm totally bragging.

That class was on something that I had already learned in California (plus being fluent in Spanish) so I pulled out my phone and texted Dex. He had history, his least favorite subject, so I decided to end his suffering. I know, I'm a blessing in disguise.

After a few minutes of texting back and forth, the teacher, Sir Conley, stood right above me and held his hand out. I gave him a glare I've been perfecting for years, waiting for him to crack. Unfortunately, he didn't.

"Your phone, Miss Foster." I sighed and set it in his greasy hand, grimacing as I could already see his dead skin cells latching on. "Now, since you clearly think you're above this lesson, why don't you answer this question. What does Tengo la clase de espanol a las cuarto menos doce de la mañana  mean?"

Without missing a beat, I replied, "I have Spanish class at eleven forty-five in the morning." Clearly, my supreme Spanish speaking skills were too much for him. He handed me my phone back and I quickly empty my sanitizer bottle onto my phone and rubbed it in, knowing it wouldn't get rid of the germs but a girl can dream.

Wylie discretely high-fived me under the table. I smirked and continued to text Dex. I knew, I could own this school. Literally and figuratively. And I have big plans. Very big plans. Cue my evil laughter.

The rest of the day was a breeze. We were just taking notes on Shakespeare in English, playing volleyball (which I'm pretty good at, not gonna lie) in PE, some sort of formula, quadratic or something, review in math, and then there was alchemy. Oh god, alchemy. Yeah we can just skip that-

Fine.

You know what? It wasn't even that bad anyways. 

Okay.

Deep breaths.

I can do this.

First mistake, I walked in a little late with Jensi. There was a massive fight in the hallway (which apparently happens a lot) and we couldn't get around it. But Lady Galvin, the teacher, didn't care.

Second mistake, not wiping my shoes on the mat. Even though I've been inside all day and the bottoms of my shoes are clean, you cannot walk into the lab without wiping your shoes.

Third mistake, asking where to sit. Apparently I'm "already supposed to know" or some crap like that. Who died and made her queen of the moody?

Fourth mistake, not having a hair tie on me. Like seriously? Somebody should've told me if I was supposed to!

Fifth mistake, blowing up the teacher's face. Okay, not actually, but- you know what? Why don't I just tell you how it went down.

I was sitting at my lab table with Jensi (the teachers at this school just let you sit wherever, thank god) when she handed out our assignments. We were supposed to make this elephant toothpaste stuff, except add an extra ingredient to make it a bit different or something? I don't know, my last school didn't have alchemy. Anyways, I was mixing all the ingredients in the flask and then added the one Jensi told me to add. Apparently he's as bad at alchemy as I am.

This bluish white mixture erupted right as Lady Galvin was walking by. It hit her straight in the face, plastering over her safety goggles and getting into her open mouth. She screamed and screamed and screamed bloody murder while running around. Eventually she made it to a paper towel and rubbed it off, staring me dead in the eyes as she did. Her face was blue and her expression? Priceless. Honestly, it's the best thing I've ever done.

But... she sent me to the principals office. I walked down the hallway, contemplating life and how awesome Lady Galvin's reaction was.

I walked up the stairs to Dame Zombina's office. Each flight brought me closer and closer to my demise. I would soon perish and join her undead ranks.

Eventually I got lost, which was bound to happen, and let my mind wander to the first time I met Dex.

"Dex! Stop it! This isn't funny!" A young girl yelled at a slightly older boy, about my age. The boy was holding a big stuffed animal over a puddle of mud.

"I think it is." He slacked his grip on the pig, letting it slide a little. The girl screamed and he laughed. Why was he torturing that poor littler girl? Grady and Edaline were inside, finishing up my room before I saw it. I walked over. Whoever that boy, Dex, was, he was a jerk. I didn't think I could ever be friends with someone who did that to a little girl who cherished her stuffed animal.

"Dex please! Give him back!"

"Apologize!."

"For what?!"

"You know what!" He released his grip on the pig, letting it fall into the mud. I ran and dove, catching it before it could fall. Meanwhile, I fell into the mud, ruining my outfit and getting the liquidy dirt in my mouth. Ew. But the pig survived without a drop on it. I stood up, handing it to the little girl.

Even with all the mud on me, she wrapped her arms tight around my waist, the highest she could reach. 

"Thank you thank you thank you!!!! Who are you?"

"Sophie. And what's this little guy's name?" I asked, pointing to the pig.

"Bacon! I'm Bex."

"That's a pretty name. Both of them."

She wrapped her arms around me again.

"Feel the consequences of my wrath!" The nerdy Dex shouted. "You shall perish!" He charged towards us with a goofy grin. Bex giggled and pulled me away.

I reached the top floor. The wood door-omg that rhymed! Okay, just ignore that. The wood door stood there ominously and dark, no windows for light to shine through. I cautiously knocked, waiting for the walking dead to open the door.

When she did, I was not prepared for the hunk sitting in their already.

Ooh, a hunk... who could that possibly be???? Anyways, I love you all, especially since you're reading my story! You guys are the best! Comment and vote and stuff, hope you enjoyed it, bye!!!!!!

Edit: now edited, just like all the previous chapters.

Avery, out ->

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