The morning started early, perhaps too early, but Brianna Sanders couldn’t care less, her miserable life outweighed the early wake-up. Sleepily and sadly, she slipped on an old orange sweater her mother wore at her age, and a red pleated skirt. She barley brushed her hair, because the chores in the household comes before beauty. At least, in Brianna’s case it was.

Aunt Rebbecca woke up 10 minutes after Brianna did, in a warm, clean bed made of fresh cotton, just out of the dryer, and she turned on the television to watch the news as she put on a stylish new hot pink dress going down to her ankles. She curled her hair for half an hour, thinking to herself, “Now that my bratty sister is gone forever, life is good with her daughter doing the housework.”

Brianna did do everything. Wash clothes, sweep floors, unclog toilets, anything you can think of, even cook meals. But by the time everything was done, it was time for school, and she was left hungry all day. Lunchtime, luckily, was paid for by the school, for if it wasn’t, Brianna would starve to death because of her relatives neglect of her health.

As Brianna stepped onto the school bus, she saw some people around her greeting each other happily, while others stared at the unfashionable new girl walking through the seats. At last, she found an empty seat, and waited for someone to possibly light up her day by sitting next to her. Kids past, but none dared sit next to her; she felt like a loner.

Finally the bus made it to Francis Middle, a long brown plain-looking building. She pushed through crowds of kids to reach the office. From in there she saw a dark room, possibly too dark, for it seemed the darkness was slipping through the cracks and filling the air around her.

“Um, excuse me,” Brianna said to a tall, thin woman with short brown hair and glasses and a long pointy nose at the front desk. “I’m here to see Principal Groover.”

“Why?” the woman said, with an irritated voice.

“I’m new here.”

Suddenly the woman let out a loud and extremely annoyed groan.

“Not another idiot student!” she scowled. Suddenly, the door to the dark room opened, and a bald man opened the door with a suspicious look on his face.

“What is it, Secretary Harris?”

“Another child!”

“Another child?”

“That’s what I said! She’s standing right here.”

Principal Groover looked down at Brianna with a horrid look on his face.

“Oh. How lovely.” He said in a sarcastic tone.

“Here, young lady, is your schedule, locker number and combination and your name is……”

“Brianna,” she replied nervously. “Brianna Sanders.”

“Right…..Brianna Sanders, let me get something straight. Do not, whatsoever, come into my office ever again. Understand?”

“Y-yes sir.” And she ran off.

She ran to the eighth grade house and turned her combination lock to the correct numbers and opened it, then stuffed her things into the locker.

“Class One,” she read. “Science. Room 102″

She ran to classroom 102 and knocked on the door. A tall man with short, brown hair opened the door. “You must be Brianna.” he said. “I’m Mr. Hornick, your biology teacher. Now where to put you…..ah, there, you can be Ike Jarkoff’s partner.” Girls looked jealously back at Brianna.

As the class went on she noticed undesirable traits about Ike. He acted stupid, and never paid attention, and worst of all, kept on trying to talk to her.

“Hey, uh, hi, I’m Ike.”

“Shh, you’re going to get me in trouble.”

“I really like you’re sweater. I love orange.”

“Aw….thank you I-wait a second, I told you to stop talking.”

“So, where are you from?”

“Be quiet!”

Immediately Mr. Hornick slapped his ruler on his desk, making all 20 students in the class jump.

“Brianna Sanders…..” he said impatiently. “So it seems your parents never taught you to listen and not talk. How stupid are your parents exactly?”

“My-my parents are dead.”

“Well they should’ve been better parents while they were alive.”

“Shut up!” Brianna yelled.

“No….you shut up.” Mr. Hornick said, and he duct taped her mouth shut.

“If you take this off in class, I swear, Miss Sanders, your life will get even more miserable than it already is.”

“Is that possible?” Brianna thought to herself.

Stay tuned for CHAPTER THREE!