Alyssa

When I moved to Riverview, in the Maryland suburbs, I knew I wouldn’t have any friends. I was too different from them, I knew the second I arrived on my new street, that they wouldn’t be very welcoming to new people. Maybe it was the glares...

On our long drive up through the states from Florida, I heard my parents mentioning that people were getting antsy over a kid crying wolf, literally. Apparently there were a few deaths involved, but hey I agree with my parents that shit happens, and the people who sold us our new house blamed drugs instead of some wild animal. I couldn't care less let these kids kill themselves on whatever drug of choice they were on, less idiots I'd have to deal with in the long run.

All I could worry about was making sure my room was livable and finding someone who I could be friends with. Preferably a girl around my age, since I’m such a freaking flirt guys get too complicated for me to have as just friends. And I can’t afford friends with benefits hanging around all the time.

I mean is a best girl friend too much to freaking ask for? I mumbled under my breath as I put my clothes into wooden drawers in my new room. I mumbled to whatever deity would listen, couldn’t they have mercy on a eighteen year old girl? I looked around my room disapprovingly, I guess if they couldn’t help me actually get a decent room, what would they care whether I had a friend or not.

Maybe it’s the Christian God, and he just hates me cause I’m different. Bah Humbug. My new house luckily is large enough for my five member family to have our own rooms, and two bathrooms. But even though I’m the oldest, I still don’t first dibs on rooms, to my favor, Erica and John didn’t pick the room with windows easy enough to sneak out of, to my misfortune my room was plain at the very least.

The house, my mother’s “dream home” is a plain yellow, with brick, and a green yard with lots of large trees. MY room though is just a small blue cold spot. Not even my decorations can make it mine. More then one person has owned it throughout the years. Only my mirrors give me comfort, the remind me I the same person, and that all of this isn't a dream.

Long dark brown layered hair, not too tall, unfortunately not too thin either but I’m getting there, large hazel eyes, and lips. My style though makes the parts of me I don’t like look decent. I’m more punk then gothic, more hardcore then emo, more Alyssa then anything else. I love to experiment with all sorts of clothing, and makeup designs, and art styles. Once I can truly tap into my creative side, everything about me I know will become smoother, but for now I feel like something’s missing. I looked at myself in my mirror, as I drew black designs with eyeliner all over my white face, making small swirls, making my green hazel eyes stand out. Maybe I’ll find what I’ve been missing in Riverview. I doubt it.

School... a most mortifying institution, but having to ride the bus makes it soo much worse. Especially since if I was still in Sebring I’d have a car by now, or be getting a ride from a friend. Instead my and my sister are stuck sitting on a bus with a bunch of dirty kids. Well... not dirty, but their kids.

Erica I could tell was nervous, she kept running a tan hand (she’s much tanner then I am) through her long light brown hair, and kept turning her puppy brown eyes at me for reassurance. I’ve moved before, she hasn’t moved since she got into her sixth grade year. “This’ll be fun girly,” I said warmly giving her arm a nudge. “I hope so,” she whispered, “What if they don’t like me?” “Of course their going to like you, Its ME their not going to like,” I answered putting on my ear phones which was blaring Kidney Thieves.

“True, true,” she laughed. My younger sister was a mix between prep, rapper, redneck, and a little bit of me. It’s strange that she became that way, I mean with having such a cool big sister and all. Yeah... she sort of hates me.

We arrived to the High School, a very large building. That even I had to admit was wicked nice, with courtyards where we could hang out on breaks and free periods. But the office lady’s we’re a hassle.

The kept bothering us about where we came from. I even resorted to be a rude ass bitch and telling the I came from nowhere. Then I told them I was a Russian spy, and then I started to speak in Spanish to my sister who just flicked me off knowing what I was playing at. Bad part was that they believed me, and I was speaking SPANISH.

The Dean thankfully cleared it up, and showed Erica and I to our first class. The small bald man, brought Erica to her class first, then brought me to mine. Where he introduced me, and basically told me I was on my own to find my next classes. At least my first class was Art.

The teacher Mr. Davidson ushered me into a seat near the back. I could feel all eyes on me, but I didn’t want to seem weak so I didn’t show how embarrassed I was. Most of the students forgot about me, but I could feel someone’s gaze constantly, but when I would look around to see who’s aura I was feeling, no one was even looking my way.

After a whole period of learning about Ink shading, I finally realized who had the staring problem. It was a girl in the front corner, who was trying to seem like she was busy with her ink project. She had tawny hair, that was wavy and wild (a look I could never achieve)full lips, blue eyes, tan skin, and she was skinny an athletes body, (there again a little jealous already) and she had an A Perfect Circle tank top on (okay that blew the jealousy scale right off the Richter charts)

She then openly stared at me with a fierce gaze, I answered her gaze back to show her I noticed the challenge, but nodded to see if her intentions were friendly. She looked taken aback at first as if she expected me to diss her, but the nodded back. I gave her a nice sly smile, that I’ve noticed only a handful of people can do, and looked away. I asked the kid next to me to show me the pattern we should be using, but he ignored me. “I don’t talk to weird people,” he said coldly, still not looking at me. “Good, I‘m glad. At .least I‘m finding out my first day who the assholes here are.” I snapped annoyed a this place already.