Day 1
Day 1
I haven't been to my new school yet, but I'm pretty sure it's safe to say I'm gonna hate it.
Yes I will get a lot more depressing from here on but you gotta give me a break. Well, technically you can't do anything because you're a journal.
Either that or you're a person who's going through my private stuff and in that case then I hope you have fun being a stalker. And if you're gonna be a good stalker, you might as well be doing it right.
That's correct, I am Clarke Griffin, supporting stalkers since 2016. You wanna know what else I've been doing since 2016? Living in Polis, attending Polis High School and becoming a volunteer at the hospital my mom made us move out here to work for. Not that I'm upset about moving, I'm actually happy about that. Most of the people at my last high school made me want to strangle myself on a hourly- no that's not right- pretty much every minute I wanted to strangle myself.
Come and find me if you want, I don't really care. Hell, murder me if you want to. I'm about ninety nine percent sure that death is better than going to school.
See? Told you I'd get more depressing.
Anyways, my mom has been yelling at me for the past five minutes to leave for school, and I'm not sure how to explain that I've been writing to my potential stalker. Trust me when I say I'm groaning. I'll continue writing to you later, you the stalker who I am now dubbing Finn.
Don't ask why, I just feel like if I ever met a guy named Finn he would be a stalker.
I'll tell you how school goes...and if I'm being honest I don't know how to end this so I'm gonna just stop okay?
Sounds great.
"Clarke if I have to yell one more time-"
"Chill! I'm going!" The blonde looked down at her journal, biting her lip as she slipped it into her bag. It was probably a bad idea,but if anyone grabbed it chances are they would be disturbed by what she had written in it.
"Clarke!"
"I'm going!" Her mom was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs, obviously not trusting her to actually arrive at school on time.
"I get that you don't want to try, but can't you at least wash your hair? For God's sake Clarke I wouldn't be surprised if you had lice." She glared at her mom before bringing her hand up to her scalp and scratching slightly, watching as her mother walked away in annoyance. "Go to school Clarke."
"I don't think that's a good idea, what if I give the other students lice?"
"Clarke!"
She left the house, satisfied by the amount of displeasure she caused her mother to have. In her mind, it'll probably make up for the amount of displeasure she'll have by the time she's finished walking to school.
And there was plenty.
She had witnessed three fights, a family that reminded her of the family on Malcolm in the Middle, a dog pack that practically mauled a kid, and a swarm of birds.
Okay, so the only thing she actually witnessed was the family, but it would've been at least kind of cool if she saw the dog pack. It would make seeing the sight of Polis high a lot better.
A lot. Polis was not a good looking school. At least on the outside, she was hoping it looked less like Alcatraz on the inside.
Clarke was wrong.
"Jesus Christ..." The blonde swallowed, slightly hoping she wouldn't be killed on her way to the office. Didn't help that it was the first day for everyone else too and that everyone was rushing to get their schedule. Though it did help her with one thing
Rule 1: Find out who's popular, and stay the hell away from them.
The popular people are the worst. Either they are complete assholes or they are way too nice. Yes, there is a problem with people being too nice. Just, trust me Finn, don't deal with popular people. Ever.
The hall grew quiet and people moved aside, leaving the center of the hall clear. Biggest cliche Clarke had ever seen, especially when Three girls started walking down the hall, smiling and greeting other students as they passed by. Clarke turned her head to the side and waited for them to pass, pretending she didn't notice how the girl in the center paused.
Everything went back to as it was when the girls were gone and Clarke went back to being thrown from side to side as she tried to find the office.
This was going to be one hell of a day.
.
It was worse than hell.
She found her first class and immediately wanted to...cry.
"Ah yes! You must be the new transfer student! Clarke, is that correct?" The teacher was way too cheery, especially for 8:45 in the morning. The blonde blinked her eyes and nodded, trying to figure out what drugs the teacher was probably on. He worked in a prison for Christ's sakes, nobody should be that happy.
"Clarke? What girl is named Clarke? Is this girl real?" Everyone laughed and Clarke rolled her eyes, turning to the boy and staring at him. She then held out her hand and poked it a few times, getting a lot of questioning looks from everyone.
"Clarke, what are doing?" The teacher asked, a little concerned about his students behavior.
"I had to make sure I was real. I mean, I have never been asked that question before so I had to make sure. It is kind of saying something about you though if you have to ask that kind of question." Clarke smirked before taking a seat near the back, absent mindedly listening to the whispered conversations the surrounded her.
"That was quite a show you put on, newbie."
"Yeah sure."
"Not much of a talker?"
"Not much of anything."
"You're not gonna even look at me?"
"Nope."
"That's kind of rude."
"Thought that was established when I practically called that guy an idiot."
"You don't know who I am, don't you?"
"If you are planning on ruining my life because I don't care about this conversation, you should know that my mom works in a hospital so beating me up doesn't concern me very much." The girl, whoever she was, stopped talking after that but continued to glare into the side of Clarke's head. She continued glaring at Clarke's head all throughout the class, meaning Clarke couldn't turn her head at all.
So when the bell finally rang the blonde hurried to shove her things into her bag, stopping the second she realized the girl was still there.
"I can ruin your life in ways you could never imagine." Clarke finally faced the girl and smirked, noticing the brace on the girls left leg and recognizing her as one of the popular girls.
So she was screwed.
"Bring it."
Day 1: Part 2
So I fucked up. The girl, who's name is Raven Reyes, not only has all of my classes, but has successfully made my presence well known to everyone.
That's kind of my fault as well. There was at least fourteen people that I insulted before lunch even happened. There were so many times that I wished I actually had lice so that people would stop looking at me.
Of course if I gave everyone lice on the first day, that might be worse than what actually happened.
On the bright side nothing major has happened yet...which probably means Raven has something major planned for tomorrow. Rule number two, Finn, is never break any rules you make. Today was the obvious reason as to why. I have like thirty rules but I'm too lazy to give you them all at once. And as we established, you might be a stalker, so giving out all of my plan wouldn't be smart.
I'll let you know what Raven does. Bye Finn.
That still feels weird saying goodbye to someone who doesn't exist.
Anyways, bye.