Fifty Shades of Way

***Ivy's POV***

I woke up to the loud sound of my alarm clock. First day of junior year. Fuck. I rolled myself out of bed, and slowly made my way downstairs. My mom left me pancakes on the table with a small note.

-Had to go into work early today, sweetie. Have fun at school! Can't wait to hear all about it when I get home. Love Mom-

I shoved the pancakes down my throat, and looked at the clock. Shit. I have half an hour until my first day of hell. I threw out the remainder of the pancakes, and ran back upstairs to get dressed. I threw on a pastel pink sweater, a pair of light blue leggings, and combat boots. I ran to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and tried my best to style my hair. I tried to put it in a messy bun, but failed miserably. Fuck it. I had no time. I ran out the door, and walked to school. The minute I got there, the bell rung. Great. Late on my first day of school. just what I fucking need. I dragged my feet to the main entrance, and tried to find the main office.

"Hello? Uhm, my name is Ivy Wilde. I-I'm new here." I said barley over a whisper to the secretary

"Oh yes, sweet heart. Here's your schedule." I took the piece of paper from her hands and stared at it. History first. I thanked the woman and headed to room 210.

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Finally it was lunch. Not that there's anything to be excited for. I'ts not like I had friends or anything. Since all the seats were taken, I decided I would be having lunch in the bathroom. I locked myself in the stall, and quietly ate my food, hoping no one would come in to find the loser sitting on the bowl, eating a sandwich. I looked at my schedule, since lunch was already almost over. Chemistry. Fuck. I hate chemistry. At least it was last period. The bell rung, and I dragged myself to the chem lab. I walked in, and everyone stared at me. This has been happening all day, and I'm really sick of it. I rolled my eyes, and took a seat in the back.

"Hey everyone, how was your weekend?" the teacher walked in. He had black hair, and he was wearing a white shirt, with a black vest, and black pants, topped off with converse. His eyes traveled over to me, and he smiled widely.

"So you must be the new student! Ivy, right?" he exclaimed I shyly nodded my head in response. " No need to be shy, I won't bite. I'm Mr. Way, but my students call me Gerard." he beamed. He stuck his hand out for me to shake it. I stared at his hand for a moment, and then lightly shook it, while giving him a small smile. He ran a hand through his hair, and began the class. The whole class, I couldn't stop staring at the clock. It was my first day, and I already hated it. No one even reached out to me. It's just like my old school. The minute the bell rang, I grabbed my backpack,and ran as fast as I could.

"Wait, Ivy, hold up." Mr. Way came after me. Great. Just great. "Are you okay? You barley spoke in my class. I know it's your first day, but I would like you to open up a bit. I promise you, there's nothing to worry about." he smiled. I decided to just lie.

"I-I just didn't understand the lesson."

"Well why didn't you just say something? I'll be more than happy to help you." No no no this isn't what I wanted.

"No, I'm okay. I just need to look over my notes. I-I'll be fine. I have to go, my mom's waiting." I lied. I didn't even wait for a response before running out of the classroom. Why can't he just be like normal teachers, and just leave me alone? People stared at me as I ran down the hallway, making remarks. Fuck them. I just kept running. I needed to get out of here.

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I laid on my bed, not even bothering with my homework. Why can't I fit in anywhere I go? It's like people swarm the moment I walk into a room. A single tear fell down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away, and buried my face in my pillow. This was gonna be a long school year.

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