Today I wake up to my brothers neighbors arguing, so my brother has to go lecture them. This is quite normal. The neighbors usually start arguing around seven or nine. I'm guessing there just not morning people. I drag myself out of bed, and end up falling and hitting my head on my dresser. What a great start to the first day of school. Stuffing my clothes on, I scramble up stairs, and quickly shuv the toast left on the counter into my bag. I step outside to see my brother on the foot of my neighbors doorstep, doing big hand motions. He usually does that when he’s trying to get something across.

“Hi mr. and mrs. Cartweight,” I mumble scared to get snapped at.

Mr. and Mrs. Cartwright just glare at me, before there snapped back to their origins. As my brother gives them a lecture I hop into the rusted Ford F-150. I look at my phone and see nine new messages. Five of them are from mom which I ignore. The three others are from Connor my best friend. It says:

Connor: Hey man, you excited or what?

Connor: I can't wait to see the hot chicks in high school!

Connor: Dude, hello?

Alex: Sorry man, my phone was dead.

The last message I get is unknown. It says:

Unknown: Watch out Alex!

Im guessing its just a prank or one of my many haters so I ignore it. When my brother is finally done lecturing our elders, he grabs his robe, and sandals and hops into the driver's seat.

“You ready?” He asked.

“Yeah,” Is all I say.

“Come on kid, things are going to change now. You are a freshman after all, so now's your chance to start over,” he lectures me next.

I don't say anything. He sighs and starts the vehicle up. It takes a few times for it to actually start up. The engine rumbles with exhaustion. He turns the radio on, and switches it to Katy Perry. I whine. Im completely done with this radio. He just laughs.

“Try to liven up will ya?” He chuckles.

Once on the road he starts to sing one of his favorites, "I Kissed A Girl."

I plug in my ear buds trying to avoid the pain of his screeching voice.

“I don't think so kid,” he takes them while dancing to the song.

I sigh and look out the window, completely ignoring the lecture about making friends and how its good for me. Music is better than friends in my opinion. I would never want to be friends with these people. Music usually helps me with my stress and depression, so I always bring an extra pair of earbuds. So I wait until we get to the school to use them. In the meantime we listen to a few other songs, of course it's all katy Perry's. I fall asleep a few minutes later, and jerk awake to a screech. Hitting my head for a second time this mourning. When I look up, I see a dog running across the road in a hurry.

“Damn animal,” I hear John mutter. I lean back relieved that everythings okay. I did not want to be in the hospital on the first day of Hell. A few minutes later we had arrived at the school. I hopped out of the truck, and right before I was about to leave, John grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into a hug.

“What was that for,” I asked trying to grab the air that was taken from me.

He smirked and said “Good Luck.”

I fixed my bag, and started walking toward the doors. Once he drove off, I pulled out my ear buds and blasted music, that way I wouldn’t hear the plague like roomers. I walked into the school and pulled out my schedule. My locker was on the end of the very next hall, 404. I struggled at first trying to open it, but then had it. I stuffed everything I had on me inside except my music player. I walked to my first class and chose the nearest seat to the window. We still had twenty minutes before the bell rang, but I didn’t want to be apart of the racing chaos. I flipped open my sketchbook and started drawing a wolf.