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Chapter 2 - THE FIRST DAY OF HELL

I put on my uniform. I'm about to go to school for the first time in two years. My mom home schooled me. She can no longer stay home to home school me, so guess what that means? I have to go back to that stupid school again. I'm not looking forward to going back there. Bad things happened there. I have no friends and my ex BFF is probably still gonna be mean to meπŸ˜’. I'm really not gonna talk about what happened at Maggot high.

"Beca!" , my mom called from downstairs. " Let's go! You don't wanna be late". My mom is supper cool. She's the kind of mom to let you dye your hair pink and use internet talk irl. πŸ‘„. I grabbed my bag and ran downstairs. " You sure that you don't wanna cover that up?", mom asked when she saw me. " Nope", I answered. " It'll be fun to go like this.". What she meant was that I still had the pink dye in my hair. The touch up was to wear off in two weeks. My natural hair is brown.

It took 20 minutes to get to the school. I was pretty nervous. I'm sure no one will recognize me. I look totally different than I did two years ago.

"You gotta get out honey ", she said. "I can't " I said sulking. " Why not ? ", she asked. " Are you nervous? " . " Yes ", I answered. πŸ˜”πŸ™‚ " Look honey, you don't need to be nervous.", she replied. "Look at you, you're gorgeous. They'll be jealous. You don't need to be afraid. They should be afraid of you." I felt encouraged now. I stepped out of the car. Just then my mom drove away. Of course She would do this. I was on my own now. I had no other choice but to go inside. I stepped into the building. The hall had not really changed. As soon as I stepped in, all eyes were on me. Their stares made me feel small. I walked through the hall. (I should walk to my locker. Maybe they didn't give it to anyone else?) I thought. I saw some two girls talking.

"Who's that ?", I heard one of the girls say. " I don't know, some new girl I think ", the other girl said. Okay. Good. No one recognized me. I reached my old locker. I put in my code. It doesn't open. I put it in again. It still doesn't ofor the first time in two years. My mom home schooled me. She can no longer stay home to home school me, so guess what that means? I have to go back to that stupid school again. I'm not looking forward to going back there. Bad things happened there. I have no friends and my ex BFF is probably still gonna be a mean to meπŸ˜’. I'm really not gonna talk about what happened at Maggot high.

"Beca!" , my mom called from downstairs. " Let's go! You don't wanna be late". My mom is supper cool. She's the kind of mom to let you dye your hair pink and use internet talk irl. πŸ‘„. I grabbed my bag and ran downstairs. " You sure that you don't wanna cover that up?", mom asked when she saw me. " Nope", I answered. " It'll be fun to go like this.". What she meant was that I still had the pink dye in my hair. The touch up was to wear off in two weeks. My natural hair is brown.

It took 20 minutes to get to the school. I was pretty nervous. I'm sure no one will recognize me. I look totally different than I did two years ago.

"You gotta get out honey ", she said. "I can't " I said sulking. " Why not ? ", she asked. " Are you nervous? " . " Yes ", I answered. πŸ˜”πŸ™‚ " Look honey, you don't need to be nervous.", she replied. "Look at you, you're gorgeous. They'll be jealous. You don't need to be afraid. They should be afraid of you." I felt encouraged now. I stepped out of the car. Just then my mom drove away. Of course She would do this. I was on my own now. I had no other choice but to go inside. I stepped into the building. The hall had not really changed. As soon as I stepped in, all eyes were on me. Their stares made me feel small. I walked through the hall. (I should walk to my locker. Maybe they didn't give it to anyone else?) I thought. I saw some two girls talking.

"Who's that ?", I heard one of the girls say. " I don't know, some new girl I think ", the other girl said. Okay. Good. No one recognized me. I reached my old locker. I put in my code. It doesn't open. I put it in again. It still doesn't open. I started to get annoyed so I try to pry it open. It still Iput on my uniform. I'm about to go to school for the first time in two years. My mom home schooled me. She can no longer stay home to home school me, so guess what that means? I have to go back to that fucking school again. I'm not looking forward to going back there. Bad things happened there. I have no friends and my ex BFF is probably still gonna be a bitch to meπŸ˜’. I'm really not gonna talk about what happened at Maggot high.

"Beca!" , my mom called from downstairs. " Let's go! You don't wanna be late". My mom is supper cool. She's the kind of mom to let you dye your hair pink and use internet talk irl. πŸ‘„. I grabbed my bag and ran downstairs. " You sure that you don't wanna cover that up?", mom asked when she saw me. " Nope", I answered. " It'll be fun to bo like this.". What she meant was that I still had the pink dye in my hair. The touch up was to wear off in two weeks. My natural hair is brown.

It took 20 minutes to get to the school. I was pretty nervous. I'm sure no one will recognize me. I look totally different than I did two years ago.

"You gotta get out honey ", she said. "I can't " I said sulking. " Why not ? ", she asked. " Are you nervous? " . " Yes ", I answered. πŸ˜”πŸ™‚ " Look honey, you don't need to be nervous.", she replied. "Look at you, you're gorgeous. They'll be jealous. You don't need to be afraid. They should be afraid of you." I felt encouraged now. I stepped out of the car. Just then my mom drove away. Of course She would do this. I was on my own now. I had no other choice but to go inside. I stepped into the building. The hall had not really changed. As soon as I stepped in, all eyes were on me. Their stares made me feel small. I walked through the hall. (I should walk to my locker. Maybe they didn't give it to anyone else?) I thought. I saw some two girls talking.

"Who's that ?", I heard one of the girls say. " I don't know, some new girl I think ", the other girl said. Okay. Good. No one recognized me. I reached my old locker. I put in my code. It doesn't open. I put it in again. It still doesn't ofor the first time in two years. My mom home schooled me. She can no longer stay home to home school me, so guess what that means? I have to go back to that fucking school again. I'm not looking forward to going back there. Bad things happened there. I have no friends and my ex BFF is probably still gonna be a bitch to meπŸ˜’. I'm really not gonna talk about what happened at Maggot high.

"Beca!" , my mom called from downstairs. " Let's go! You don't wanna be late". My mom is supper cool. She's the kind of mom to let you dye your hair pink and use internet talk irl. πŸ‘„. I grabbed my bag and ran downstairs. " You sure that you don't wanna cover that up?", mom asked when she saw me. " Nope", I answered. " It'll be fun to bo like this.". What she meant was that I still had the pink dye in my hair. The touch up was to wear off in two weeks. My natural hair is brown.

It took 20 minutes to get to the school. I was pretty nervous. I'm sure no one will recognize me. I look totally different than I did two years ago.

"You gotta get out honey ", she said. "I can't " I said sulking. " Why not ? ", she asked. " Are you nervous? " . " Yes ", I answered. πŸ˜”πŸ™‚ " Look honey, you don't need to be nervous.", she replied. "Look at you, you're gorgeous. They'll be jealous. You don't need to be afraid. They should be afraid of you." I felt encouraged now. I stepped out of the car. Just then my mom drove away. Of course She would do this. I was on my own now. I had no other choice but to go inside. I stepped into the building. The hall had not really changed. As soon as I stepped in, all eyes were on me. Their stares made me feel small. I walked through the hall. (I should walk to my locker. Maybe they didn't give it to anyone else?) I thought. I saw some two girls talking.

"Who's that ?", I heard one of the girls say. " I don't know, some new girl I think ", the other girl said. Okay. Good. No one recognized me. I reached my old locker. I put in my code. It doesn't open. I put it in again. It still doesn't open. I started to get annoyed so I try to pry it open. It still doesn't open. Suddenly I heard a voice behind me . " Hey pink hair.! That's my locker".