Welcome to High School Hell {Ryan Ross Story} 1

I walked down the hallway avoiding the awkward stares from other people and teachers. I guess you could say that I had changed over the past summer. I once had the lightest of blonde for my hair, but it was now a black with few chocolate brown highlights. I had once been built in a boy-ish way. Now my hips were elaganlycurved and I now had an hour-glass like figure hidden under my purple fitted hoodie. The past year I had God awful skin that was now clear, to my appreciation. But, enough about my apperance.
I scurried along until I found my locker. I was extremely excited to see Brendon, my best friend, (my only friend) had a locker right next to mine. "Hey Bren." I smiled at him. "Oh....woah, Bella.....you deffinatly changed. Look, at those hips!" I punched him playfully on the arm. He wasn't talking loud, but I didn't want to take any chances and have everyone's attention on me. "Shut up, Mr. 'When my voice changedI sounded like had been smoking for 40 years'!" I teased quietly. He just glared at me and opened his locker.

I turned to mine and noticed a frail looking boy at the locker to my left. He was wearing a pair of skinny jeans similar to my own and he had straight brown hair that covered a small fraction of his pale face. He looked up at me cautiously and I moved my eyes away as quickly as possible. He turned back to his locker and timidly opened it. When he looked away, I got a better change to look at his facial details. He had pale skin, soft pink lips that set themselves in a slight pout, small-ish nose, and eyeliner around his chocolate brown eyes.
Just a secod later, my thoughts were interuppted by Brendon poking me in the arm. I turned and looked up at him (yes up, after all, i was only 5'2) and he had one brow raised. I looked at him as if to say 'what?' and he nodded towards the browm haired boy, wo had closed his locker and was now walking away. "New kid?" I looked at him confused. "Please don't tell me you're diggin' the new kid!" he whined. "No...I mean, I guess he's kinda cu-" I was cut off by Brendon. "NO! NO NO NO AND NEIN!" Nein? Since when did he speak German? "You speak german...?" I asked confused. "no, and....you do like Ryan!" he laughed loudly. "His name is Ryan?" I asked. I had always liked that name. "Yeah....But I doubt you'll be able to talk to him anyways. One: You're waaaaaay shy, I know you. Two: If you do, I'm sure it will end up being a cliche little fling and end in a few days." he tried to explain, leaning on his locker. I guess he could be right, though.....


Karma Chameleon, you come and go....
.over and out.