Loud. Loud, loud, loud. Louder. It seems the further you go into the crowd, the louder it gets. But that’s only natural. It’s high school. That’s simply how it is. There are so many faces. Most people would see them as people with personalities waiting to be discovered. But to me, they’re only empty shells. I don’t care about getting to know them. It’ll only get me hurt. I’m Ava Meorida. This high school is like any other high school. Awful. It’s the first day, and I miss being homeschooled already. I should’ve never signed up for this. There are so many people here. Most of them look vaguely familiar. Some of them greet me as I walk by, and I halfheartedly wave back. I don’t know them. I continue to scour the crowd, hoping for anything familiar. And I get it. Even from 50 feet away I knew it was her. The white buns perched on top of her head, with long strands falling out. It was enough to make me stop dead. The world moved on around me, but I was locked in time. The world seemed to tilt as she turned, almost in slow motion, and met my eyes. I saw recognition flash in her eyes, and it was at that moment I realized a bit too late that I should go. I began to walk away. Not even walk. More like run. All other sounds were muted, and all I heard was the clack clack clack of her heels as she followed me. I felt a tug on my bracelet, and there she was, her face filled with confusion, anger, regret and so much more. “What?” I whispered, my voice coming out a lot quieter and broken than expected. She narrowed her eyes. “What are you doing here?” she hissed. She hadn’t changed at all. I yanked my hand away from her. “I go here,” I replied walking off. I heard her start to retort, then stop. That was Dom. I knew her in fifth grade and middle school. She was my best friend, but we started to fight a lot and one day it got out of hand. We had barely talked since, and then I started being homeschooled in eighth grade. I still care about her, but she hates me at this point. And I don’t blame her. The bell rang, snapping me out of my thoughts. S[]t, I have to carry out my plan. How else will I get the whole school under my thumb?
WOOHOO SHORT THING i may or may not continue this it kinda depends on if anyone likes it :sob: anyway!!!!!! cool and epic (not) story I'm making ig haha id like to thank cause her fanfic actually made me want to write stuff again so thanks ur awesome poke ily no homo story has no name btw haha funny ill just name the chapters
