The teachers pet**ON HOLD**

Chapter 1.) The first day of 9th Grade

Today is the first day of school. And I'm nervous since I just moved here during the summer. I came from Russia to America, now living in California. I haven't really learned any English yet though so it will be hard for me to understand people. Did I mention that I am emo AND scene? Which makes things way harder. Back home I used to love gymnastics and figure skating and ballet. I have found a gym for gymnastics, a dance studio for ballet, and a ice rink for figure skating. This is going to be so hard...I sigh and stand up from my bed. I look around. Dang, I really need to paint my room...I walk to my closet and pull off my pajamas and pull on my black bra and panties, my ripped black skinny jeans, a tank top and a Black Veil Brides shirt, my Bring Me The Horizon, Sleeping with Sirens, My Chemical Romance, Pierce the Veil and Black Veil Brides bracelets and pull on my black vans. I walk into my bathroom and brush my hair. I start straightening my hair and teasing it. Bigger is better right? And scene hair is big. I then put hair spray in my hair and do my Classic foundation, winged eyeliner, put black eyeliner on my bottom water line, and then put on my red lipstick. I then take a picture of myself and post it to my Instagram. I grab my bag and walk downstairs and make myself breakfast. And then my mom walks down...my mom is abusive..."Что вы делаете вы сука?! В прошлом месяце вы здесь?! Где взять логотипы технологии мое пиво и сорняками?!" She screams at me, then proceeds to punch me in the stomach. "Мама пиво и сорняков в гостиной и я был просто оставлять!" I say back. More and more punches make contact with my body. The she hits me with what hurts..."Ты глупая шлюха. Посмотри на себя, шлюха. Я даже не хочу тебя." She says. That's when I simply get up and run out with my bag, running to school as fast as I can, now way too eager to get to school. This day is just off to a great start...note the sarcasm. I get to school with 5 minutes to spare with the 20 minute run I had. I quickly go to my locker and put my bag in and grab my binder, note book, sharpie, pen and pencil and walk to class. I walk in with barely a minute to spare and put my schedule, which was in my hand, into my pocket. The teacher looks at me and it seems as if he understands that I will need help. He starts talking to a student who apparently, what I heard from the conversation since I heard Russia, had moved to Russia two years ago. The student then walks over and sits by me. Oh lord...this guy is a hot mess with his black hair and blue eyes and...messed up hair...and a v neck that hugs his body and black skinny jeans and vans...wait a second. He's like me! I'm not the only emo in the school! I bite my lip and look down, blushing.