Chapter 2

I was in Swan Hall, looking for my room which was room 6. I’d just gotten to Massachusetts a few hours ago. Now I was in Easthampton at Buxton Academy. There it was. I opened the door and walked in. I saw this freaky looking girl. There was no other way to describe her. eww I said to myself. She was sitting with her back to me, but she turned around when she heard me come in. she had blackish-brown hair with pink streaks in it which was cut just above her shoulders and way too much makeup. Her lipstick was dark, almost black and she was wearing all black. I could see she had a #1 tattoo on her back and she probably had more tattoos that weren’t showing. I wondered if they were real. she had on tons of silver bracelets and rings and black nailpolish. Wait, I told myself. I shouldn't judge her. I'd decided to be nice, not snobby once I got here. "Hi! Who exactly are you?" I asked in an attempt to sound cheerful. “Your roommate. You must be freaked, huh?" The girl said. "Oh. I'm Michal.” I introduced myself. “Steph. Or S." She said. "And you can quit the nice act thing, cause I get your type.” “What type?" I asked her. She studied me closely. “The straight A's, perfect hair type. Where are you from? California or Florida?” (*Note that I (Steph) have nothing against people from California or Florida in real life, I’m from California and the ppl there are great and I have friends in Florida, but it's part of Steph’s bitchy attitude in the story.*) "Florida.” I answered. I couldn't believe this girl, with just a few sentences she's made me embarrassed to be from Florida. "You know you think you can judge me but you can't. You can't judge people just by their appearance, I could be a freak just like you, but you 'know my type?' Well I 'know your type’ too, you’re more of a bitch than you think I am!” I said angrily. "Wow, I guess I got you all wrong, you seem like an ok chick. Maybe we could even become friends" She said with newfound respect. I guessed that from her this was considered a compliment. "So why the hell did you come here? ” “I wanted to get out of Florida, I’ve never been to Massachusetts. In fact I've hardly ever been out of Florida except for a few years in Israel and I was bored." I explained. "god, you’re screwed up .I can't believe anyone would want to go to school in this stupid place.” She said.

Another long year at Buxton was about to start. I wondered who I'd room with this year. Last year I was with this girl Robin, but she'd switched schools this year so I was getting a new roomie. I walked down the all too familiar Swan Hall until I got to room 7. I opened the door and saw my worst nightmare. Shavana Wong. Damn, I hated her. She's the biggest bitch at Redmond with the exception of her best friend Leslie. “Hi Shavana.” I said trying to be polite. "Isn't it nice we're rooming together this year?" She said in her fake sweet voice. “Yeah, just wonderful.” The year hadn’t even started, and already she was getting on my nerves. "I'm gonna go see who's in the rooms next to us." I said desperate to get away from her.

I was just starting to unpack when there was a knock at the door. I opened it and saw a blond girl. "Hi, I'm Kayleigh but you can call me K. Kay. Are you new here?" She asked. "Krista. It's my first year here, I'm from Arizona. Are you my roommate?” I asked hopefully. She seemed nice. "Nope, I'm next door in room 7.” K. Kay said. Just then another girl came into the room. “Oh hello Leslie.” K. Kay said. From her tone I got that she didn't like Leslie very much. "Krista, this is Leslie, Leslie, Krista. She’s new here so be nice k?" K. Kay said and turned to leave the room. I wondered what she'd meant by that little comment. "Listen Krista, come by to my room when you finish unpacking, I'll show you around. You too Leslie, I’m rooming with Shavana and I'm sure she wants to see you but she’s too lazy to move her ass and come here. Ciao!” She said taking off.

This Michal person seemed ok. Though Michal seemed the snobby Beverly Hills type, she was actually pretty nice. We’d talked for a while and she'd told me about her life in Florida. Just then there was a knock at the door. "I'll get it." I said opening the door. It was a girl who looked about my age, and I assumed she went to school here. "Hey I'm K. Kay." She introduced herself. “Steph. And that's Michal." I pointed to her. "Hey." Michal said. "So where are you from?" K. Kay asked us. “Florida.” Michal said. "California.” I said. “I’m originally from the UK but I live in Canada. Or at least I did till I came here." K. Kay said. "I should probably go now, since I promised my parents I'd call them as soon as I get here. They worry about me way too much. So I guess I'll see you at breakfast or later tonight." "Yeah see ya."

Me and my mate Abs were settling into our room at school. Room 5. We’d just arrived from England a while ago. Our mate Rich was here for his second year and he'd convinced us to try it for a year. From his description, it had sounded great, no parents around and plenty of hot girls to fool around with. All in all, it didn't sound bad. Not at all. But it would be weird to come alone so I told Abs all the stuff about no parents and girls and he'd agreed to come with me. “We should go visit Rich now, don’t you think?” I suggested. "Yeah good idea.” Abs agreed. Ritchie was in room 10, it took us a while to find it. "Hey Ritchie,can we come in?" I asked. “Yeah.” He said. We opened the door and went inside. It looked exactly like our room. "Scott, Abs how ya doing?" Ritchie asked. “we’re ok." I replied. "This is Sean, he's my roommate." He gestured to a guy with very short hair talking on the phone. "You guys are gonna love it here, the chicks are sooo fine, they'll be all over you." Ritchie added.

here I was stuck at Buxton for another year. My second time doing senior year. Of course here at Buxton they didn't call it senior. They didn't even have grades at this screwed up place. They just stuck you in the dumb, semi-dumb, smart or genious classes. Of course I was in the semi-dumb and I failed 50% of the subjects so I was gonna have to repeat everything, this time I was in half of the classes semi-dumb and the rest plain dumb. I would’ve dropped out if it hadn't been for my uncle Bruce. He was the headmaster of the place and he'd convinced my mom to kick me outta the house if I didn’t repeat. I would’ve happily moved out except for the fact that I didn’t have a job and I was flat broke. So I had to count on Mom. Unfortunatly that meant staying in school. I've always been an outcast. I'm not really a social person, people piss me off saying the smallest things. But I was fine with that, I didn't give a shit bout what people thought. And I could live through another year at Buxton.

“Yo cuz, what's up?" Steph asked as I let her in my room. "Everything's cool. How bout you?" I asked. She sat down next to me on the floor. "Well except for the fact that I'm stuck here, I guess seeing you and stuff is cool. So have you found a girlfriend here, outta all the preppy nerds that go here?" "Nah, I've been dating a lot though. What about you?"
“I ended it with Jesse since I doubt he’d actually sit and wait for me back in Cali.” She told me. "Smart." I said. "And I'm sure you'll find a boyfriend here." She laughed sarcastically."Yeah, I’m sure the chess club and I will have some hot dates."

Apparently the headmaster of the school wanted to see me. I was told that it was no biggie, he talked to every new student by ABC order and with my last name in the A group I was one of the first. I walked to his office and sat in the waiting area. A woman in her late 30’s with dyed orangish hair told me to wait a few minutes. I guess she was his secretary or something. I glanced at my watch. I'd been waiting there for over 10 minutes. I looked at the closed door. It said Bruce P. Brown-headmaster. I yawned. I was really tired flying in from CA and all that. This headmaster was pretty stupid, didn't he get that people needed there rest after coming from the other side of the country. The door to his office opened and an ugly guy came out. “You may go in." Orangish lady said to me. Duh, like it wasn't obvious with nobody but me in the waiting area. So I went into his office. "Take a seat." The old guy said. I assumed it was Mr. Brown. I sat on one of the uncomfortable chairs across from his desk. "Miss Amyr, correct?” He asked. "Yeah." I said cracking my gum. “Would you please throw out your gum?" He said. “Sure.” I looked around for a trash can but there wasn't any so I stuck it between my fingers. "I realize that you are new and don't know the rules here at Buxton Academy yet, but we have some very strict policies so I'm going to be blunt.” He said. “Yeah, like what?” This was getting boring. "I'm sorry to be so harsh with you but…” we were interrupted by the door opening. It was this really hot guy with orange lady behind him. "I'm sorry for the interruption." Orange lady said. “This young man claims you’re his uncle and refuses to wait in the waiting area.” “I am his uncle. Sorry for not telling you Marlene, I forgot it was your first year." He said to orange lady. "What is it Jason?" he asked the guy. "We need to talk uncle Bruce.” The guy said. He had this cool accent, I’m pretty sure it was british. “Take a seat Jason, I'll be finished in a few minutes." Mr. Brown said to him. "So what were we talking about?" "You were telling me something bout being harsh with me.” I told him. "Yes. I'm going to have to be blunt about it. Buxton students don't look like you." He said. “What do you mean by that?” I asked. He looked me up and down. "I think that you have a very good idea what I mean by that. Your hair, makeup and clothes." "But…” I said. “No buts. They have to go. Here are some of the basic rules at Buxton about appearance: No unnatural hair colors, I'm talking about the pink, it has to go. Second, no leather, that means the pants go. and third your makeup is too heavy. And dark.” He finished. “But some people look good in dark makeup." I said. "It's unacceptable for a Buxton Academy student to look like you." He repeated. "Actually I think she looks cute." Jason said. Mr. Brown glared at him. "This isn't your place to interfere Jason. Now do I make myself clear. If this continues I'll have to take extreme harsh measures. I'm talking about detention, possibly suspension if it continues." "Yeah I got it." I didn't feel up to arguing with him.