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Chapter 3;

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I arrive 15 minutes late to school. To be honest, I look pretty descent considering I got ready in 5 minutes. That's a new record.

I go into the main hall way, and grab my schedule from the entrance. With a sigh, I notice who I have first..... Mr. Benton.

Mr. Benton is pretty old, around his 65'ish.... and im trying to be nice by taking off some years.. Benton was African-American, didn't like to be corrected, and is always right... no matter what we all say. That basically sums him up.

I had him last year.... he hated me. I never knew why. He always picked on me, and in a wired way, made fun of me.

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"Ahh look who's here..." he says as he checks his watch, "15 minutes late! Pass Ms. Ivy Amor? "

"Don't have one" I reply firmly. I cant help notice everyone looking at me as if I had a million dollars in my hand.

"Oh well that's not good, is it now.."

" I couldn't-"

"Nonsense! " He cuts me right off. "We'll figure out what to do with you in a moment. Your assigned seat Ms. Amor" he hands me a piece of white paper with the rules, expectation, and all that other stuff. On the back I see the seating arrangement. I hate when people call me by my last name. I only liked it when my dad pronounced it..... he made it sound not so bad.

I scan the paper..... Awesome, I'm in between to the "popular" bitch, and her "friend". . . . I know im going to try my best to attempt to ignore them which I know is going to be difficult.

"Hey beautiful, " I hear from my back and turn around. He wasn't talking to me, in fact he was talking to himself as he looks at his small Michael Kors mirror. Because that's normal.....

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This day goes by extremely slow. Everywhere I went, people would always point at me, then laugh. My dad would always tell me... always, no matter what, keep your head up high... you don't want your tiara falling, princess. I loved my dad, he was the one who kept the family going. When he left, everything fell apart... literally.

The whole day while I'm walking around schools, people stare and point at me. What I had to do was simple, just n ignore them.

"look at the fucking bitch" Ignore them Grace, it's not worth it, I said to myself.

"little smart ass here trying the be the queen." Deep Breathes Grace. Your better than this, I thought to myself.

One comment, however, caught my attention.

"Her dad must have fucked her mom and left"

No one, and I mean, no one insults my dad. Im not sure whether he is alive or dead, but.. but.. Damn it. I don't even know anymore. I just knew that my Dad was a great man, and some how he made me who I am... so if you insult him... you sure as hell are insulting me.

"... Keep your head up high ....... princess "

I know I'm not going to fall for their stupid trick... so I just shove her out of the way... and into the cafeteria.
Her face of disgust strikes my face, but I just ignored and walked away.

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When I first enter, they made some changes.... I don't know if its good or bad... Its just different.

"Sloppy Joe, or mystery meat?" The lunch lady says as I look at the "healthy lunch"

"Do I have an option?" I say looking at the mystery beef.

The lunch lady chuckles then replies, " Your different... aren't you..... "

"No. I'm as normal as it gets... I'll just have the Sloppy Joe"

"Okay sweet-heart" she says smiling at me. I cant tell if that's a real smile or a sarcastic one. But from my experience at this school, I can most likely say its sarcastic.

"Don't call me that." And before she can say another word, im gone and into a maze to try to find a seat.

Everyone is very different this year. The tables are separated by "groups" The biggest, and I guess best table, has a hand written Reserved sign . Then theres the "wanna-be's" My favorite... "the blacks" For some reason, black people have always been nice to me.. I don't know why... I just enjoy it. Suddenly, I get a tap on my shoulder.

I recognize this person... we have had bad memories together ... and suddenly I start breathing hard. My heart pumps as if I had just ran 100 miles. I'm nervous.

I am nervous.

"chin up, princess"

Its Samantha

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Authors Note:
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Yeah, I know its still boring, but like I said before, the good stuff is on its way. You'll find out who "Sam" is in the next chapter. Thanls for reading... im open to any suggestions. Happy Reading! :D

- Laura :))