Hi, Katydid Ortiz at your service. First thing I want you to know is that I'm not a bad kid. My friends say I had the purest heart an average human could possess. Was it my fault that when I was in the kitchen the gasoline tank exploded? No. Did I get expelled anyways? Yes. My new school required me and my mom to move into a cramped apartment and have my mom work from 7 in the morning to 11 at night, but it was a sacrifice my mom was willing to make for me. It was, after all, the only school that would accept me. Since this school was a private one, however, my mom had to have some way to make the money needed to school me.
When I first walked into the school I felt everyone look at her and start whispering. I knew it was my imagination but this is my 3rd school in 2 years! Every school I went to I got kicked out because some weird thing or another happened when I just happened to be around. I didn't do any of those things yet I was still kicked out. This was the only other school that would accept me. This school was my last chance. I wasn't looking where I was going and bumped into a kid with shaggy black hair and eyes black as cobalt.
"Woah" was all that was going through my mind. I usually don't come this close to a boy but with me 2 inches from him, it was hard not to notice his features. He seemed really distant and really shy. Just like me! He also seemed about the same age, which was 12. I never had that special "someone" in my old school. Of the few friends I actually had the courage to talk to, they all did. Come and go was valentine's day, they'd always be talking about giving a valentine to that someone, but they'd always chicken out. They'd always ask me whether I plan on crushing on a boy or not. They even went on a hunting mission to find me the perfect guy during recess! However, I had a comment for every single person like "He's too nice" or "He's too mean!" This boy seemed different. Not sure about him yet...but maybe, just maybe, I met my first friend from this school.
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Hi, my name is Michael Trinh. I would be what you called a "nerd." But I'm not a nerd you get what I mean? No, of course, you don't. Well, like a nerd I know everything about EVERYTHING. I'm not bragging, I'm just saying. What's the difference between the nerds and well... me is that nerds have friends and I don't. You see whenever I show up weird things start to happen. Like that time Brandon Jacob (he's one of those people who can have their last name as a first name) tried to shove me into a toilet. Suddenly the water rose out of the toilet bowl and splashed him in the face. When he came at me again his backpack suddenly opened and the spray can in it (which isn't actually allowed on school property but hey, he's a bully) started graffitiing (I am very well versed that this is not a word, however, I have no other word to use in this situation) his face. So, yeah weird things happen.
It was the first day of school I was trying to find my locker when I suddenly felt someone bump into me. "Oh my god...I'm so sorry." I heard someone say. Saying I was shocked is an understatement. My brain was melting just looking at her. I know that looks don't define who we are, but that girl was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. She had straight blond hair that shined in the sunshine. She had this rosy white skin with a slight peachy complexion and the most sparkling, twinkling, emerald green eyes. My brain was frazzled and I couldn't think. I know what you're going to say. It's the first day of school blah blah "Already?!" blah blah blah. I'm just saying, she looked... beautiful. However, like I said, you can't define a person by looks. Not only did she look beautiful, she had a certain kindness hanging around her, along with determination. A certain... softness. Soft is good. My mom would always say 'Softness shows that the person seems trustworthy and nice.' Then again, it was the first day of school. I helped her up (because it would be rude if I didn't) and started packing things in her bag.