We all need to be heard: Chapter 1

Chapter 1
New school new life. Right?
"Scarlet, get up you don't want to be late for your first day of school.''
"urrrrrr."
"Come on scar you don't want to be later for school do you" my mom was now yelling from down the stairs I could hear her stampeding up the steps, "come on I already have breakfast ready."
"Do I have to go," I moaned from my bed
"Yes," my mom was now dragging me out of bed "come on we just moved here and you already don't want to go to school."
"Mom it's like the middle of the third quarter."
"So"
"So I'll be like the buzz of the school and I hate that."
"Stop using the word like and get ready for school."
"fine."
It's hard when you have to move from the place where you were raised, but when your mom wants a new start and thinks it would be good for the both you, you have to go with it. It's even harder when you have to start in the middle of the third quarter. That's when you're talked about; everyone wants to meet you, and your center of attention. I HATE that and emphasis on the hate.
I got out of bed and put on my favorite White-t with roses on it and black jeans and converse; then ran down stairs. When I got to the kitchen my mom had toaster waffles on the table. My mom has never been able to cook she ruins everything, even water.
"Mom you really should take a cooking class."
"My cooking is fine."
"You burn everything."
"do not."
"Ya you do mom. You even burnt the toaster waffles and all you have to do is put them in the toaster."
" Be glad you even have food there are some kids who go four days without eating."

She turned around only to give me a dirty look then looked over at the clock. "UOOPS, COME ON YOU GOT TO GET GOING."
The school was not that far from home, but far enough that I had to sprint to get there.
* * * * *
When I walked on to the spring fern middle school grounds, it was exactly what I thought it was going to be like. There where your nerds, your emos, your nobodies, and your pops; Of course your pops. Why do some people think their better than others. Why are there even social statuses?  Oh great, I thought, There're looking at me. I then flipped my hood on my hoodie up over my head to hide my face and raced cross the grounds to get to my locker.
The lockers where small, but I'm used to that. I shoved my bag in my locker then grabbed my books. Slamming my locker closed and whipping around I found myself falling to the ground with a "humph"
"Are you ok?"
"Ya I'm ok." A hand reached down to help me up. I took it only to be greeted by the most beautiful green eyes ever
"Are you sure? "
"Y-ya I'm sure." I started to walk away only to find him chasing after me.
"I'm Jace. What's your name?"The corners of his lips lifting up reveling a striking smile.
"My name is Scarlet."
He stopped in front of me and extended his hand, "Nice to meet you Scarlet."
I took his hand and shook it, "nice to meet you too Jace."
"is there anything I could help you with, like where your classes are or anything."
"No, I think I got it."
"Are you shure."
"Do you want something?"
"ya."
"What do you want?" I spat with annoyance
"To help out a fellow pretty new girl around," He replied with a stupid grin that I just wanted to wipe off his face.
"Fine, can you tell me where Mr. Marez's room is at."
"Sweet I have that class next too, it's right over here," He opened the door with a polite bow.  "great." I replied with a half hearted smile
"Hey"
I turned around with a smirk them my shoulder hit something.
"Hey, watch where you're going klutz."I looked at the girls face. It was full of disgust. I knew exactly witch group she was from.
"Well sorry." I spat back, my voice full of sarcasm.
"Excuse me." Her words like poison
"You heard me."
"She's sorry," jace cut in before I could cause any physical damage, then dragged me to that back of the classroom
"What are you doing trying to get yourself killed," his face was full of anger
"What are you doing I could have taken her."
"Do you know who she is?"
"Do I need too?"
"Yes she is the most popular girl in school, she could easily break you."
"I'd like to see her try."
"Just stay out of her way." With that he walked hastily over to his seat
Same social statuses, same thing to stay out of head popular's way, guys trying to hit on you; it's just the same at my old school. This is just with a new school and new people.