I got awakened by the alarm of my annoying, irritating clock. I sat up and stared at it for a while. It’s numbers were indicating that it was six ‘o clock in the morning. I got out of my, oh so very inviting bed and headed to the bathroom.
On my way to school, I remembered something.
A pretty weird night had occurred when I was fast asleep. I had dreams, unusual dreams. Ones with vampires and other supernatural beings.  How uncomfortable I was when I started dreaming this kind of things. I’m just a normal person though, with dreams and all that crap, but somehow I feel different from other teenagers like me. All of them are going with the flow of conformity, and I wasn’t, I am like a huge rock, blocking the way of the flowing water, avoiding going with the flow. If you think I’m a loner, well better think again. I have friends. They understand me a lot, unlike my, sort of, parents.
I’m an adopted child –sort of. My parents died in a car accident when I was just a few weeks old. My auntie took care of me from then on. They treat me like their own daughter even though I didn’t like them when I was older. They don’t understand why I don’t like the things teenage girls like. Even though I hated them, there’s still a part of me that loves them, even a little. They’re the ones who took care of me after all, better be a little polite because they didn’t put me in an orphanage. As I grew up, they we’re very supportive of what I do. They agreed when I wanted to go to summer camp where I met my first crush, they got me a skateboard when I was twelve, the same skateboard that I was still using now, my only transportation.
My friends and I knew each other since grades school. So we grew up together, watch each other change from a toddler to a teenager.
We all go to the same school. Redwood High, home of the Black Wolves. Kids here were friendly, and all in groups. There are the jocks, which only care about how cool they are in their skateboards, there are the nerds and the bookworms, the high end type, the drama weirdoes, the athletic kinds, the musically inclined dudes and finally, the average joes’. I don’t belong in any group though. I’m an independent. My groups of friends are from different kinds of stereotype groups. .
For example, Samantha Lemmington, is a drama weirdo slash high end type, she always invites me to her plays and production. Emma Cobritch , is a nerd slash geek slash average joe, she tutors me a lot in trigonometry. Ashton McKinney, he’s a musically inclined person and an average joe, he serenades me when I’m down, he plays the guitar a lot. And there’s me, Louica Cromwell, a nobody. Simple, doesn’t belong in any groups more the less.
I love my life now. Unlike four years ago, when I wanted to die. My friends told me I changed. They told me that I’m not that happy and bubbly anymore, I was more secretive and more mysterious. I too was slightly intrigued by my sudden personality change.

As I walked inside my classroom for almost 3 months, Ashton saw me and walked with me.
“Good morning Louie,” he grinned, he was as usually holding his beloved guitar, his black hair flying in different directions. “How was your weekend?”
“Boring, as always.” I grunted as I entered the room. “How about you?”
The smile on his face widened. “Good thing you asked,” he patted my shoulder. “I got a new gig tomorrow in Old John’s bar and grill.”
“Oh.” I sat on my desk. “Good for you, at least your life’s exciting.” I pouted. “I’m going to be miserable all my life.” I said making the word ‘all’ sounding really long. Ashton grimaced.
“Oh come on Louica, don’t down yourself again. Who knows, maybe someday the one to cheer you up will be a guy.” He teased.
I rolled my eyes. “Eww,” I said. “Ash, I never liked a guy. The only dude I like is you.”
He grinned.
At the same time Samantha or Sam came marching in. “Wait, is that supposed to be compliment or an insult?” she sat beside me.
“Hi Sam.” I smiled. Ashton rolled his eyes. Ash sometimes got annoyed by Sams’ presence.
“So, Ash. Miss me?” she mused.
“Shut up,” he frowned. “You make everything worse Sam, you know that?” he shook his head.
“No I didn’t,” she smiled. “Thank you for telling me.” She patted him on the shoulder but he shrugged it off, when he did, she laughed.
“Eww, don’t touch me.” He glowered. He went to his seat when Sam kept poking him.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” I shook my head. Sam looked at me confused.
“Why?” She crossed her arms. “What’s with him anyway? He’s like avoiding me.” She complained.
“I don’t know, maybe he likes you.” I sarcastically said. “Or he just hates you.” I said before she could say something egoistic. “A lot,” I added.

Class started. The teacher introduced a new student, a guy. I knew from the start that I would just hate him like other new guys who try and flirt with me. But he didn’t flirt or even look at me. He just, he was just there, but I’d still hate him though. I wasn’t paying close attention to the teacher, but when the bell rang I rapidly sprung out of my seat and got out of the dreaded room.
The girls behind me were talking about the new guy. They were discussing how hot he looked like and how bad they wanted to go on a date with him. I shook my head in disappointment. He was still a stranger! How could girls be like this to a new student in school? Only because he’s hot, they’d act like this.
I took a turn in the biology pavilion and I hit someone.
“Sorry,” I said while I picked up a piece of paper from the floor. I looked up and it was this new student.“Oh. It’s you.” I grunted. “Here’s your paper.” I handed it to him.
Before I could walk away he tapped my shoulder. “Hey, wait a second.”
I turned and faced him. “What?” I coldly said. “What do you need?”
He smiled and for some reason I felt light headed. Okay, work mind, work! You totally hate guys. You won’t like him. You’d take control now. Go!
“Yeah,” he said. His voice was kinda husky. But it sounded alright. Unlike Ashtons’, Ashes’ voice was deeper. The guys voice was just fine. “I need help.”
I puffed. “Sure, what kind of help do you need Mr. New Guy?” Even though I was being totally rude he still smiled.
“Uh, where’s the Bio Pav?” He showed me the piece of paper he dropped. “Am I going the right direction?”
“Sure, sure.” I nodded. “It looks like you’re my classmate in Biology too. Follow me.” I started to walk, he tagged along behind me, keeping quiet. I didn’t bother to make small talk with him, not because I wasn’t good at it, it’s because I don’t want to make the impression that I was interested with him.

“Here we are,” I opened the door for him. “Just find an empty table.” As I was about to leave him, he tapped my shoulder again. “What now?” I said slightly irritated.
“Sorry,” he said. “But, aren’t you going in?” he pointed the room.
“I’ll go inside whenever I want to.” I smugly said and I walked away.