(short chapter- sorry. will be more later)

I hated school. Well, more importantly, I hated moving schools. Something about the breaking of friendships, and the new places I had to explore, the missed years of inside jokes - it just made me uncomfortable. 

But I squared my shoulders and walked the few blocks to my new school, bag filled with empty notebooks and pencils. My fading pink hair was pulled up in a messy bun, looking more on the white side in the sun. I had thrown on a soft grey sweater with a sword and rose on it, and a pair of ripped black jeans with my old high-tops. I grabbed a pair of small crystal earrings, and an opal necklace to add some charm to the look. 

Stepping up to the outside of my new school, I could feel the anxiety creeping through my chest. I decided it was better to just get to class, and manage from there. So I ignored the strange looks, and hurried to my first class.