California I've noticed some of your other posts about you being so popular at school. Looks don't matter and that is one of the big things about the story im sick of seing stories about pretty girls


rest of chapter 1: I took a deep breathe and walked towards the doors to get off the bus. Another 2 kids tryed to trip me and some bubble gum got stuck to my shoe but I made it to the doors. I got off the bus and looked up at the school and said under my breathe "Wow." It looked like it was out of a movie the sleek bricks and flag pole were beautiful. I started towards the door when i noticed a group of girls laughing at me. I could hear them say "Omg does she even brush her hair... and Has she ever even heard of proactive" I was use to people talking about me like that from middle school so I just walked inside the building. There were kids up against lockers talking and girls flirting. The walls were covered in posters to join clubs and teams. I saw a small sign on the wall just between a chess club poster and a cheerleader tryout form. The sign read "Office 2nd floor next to the chemistry lab" I thought wow that wouldn't be hard to find if I knew where the chemistry lab was. So I made my way up the stairs around a pack of goth kids to the top of the stairs.

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I am not just what I remember. I am also what I dream. - The book: Escape from Memory Author: Margaret Peterson Haddix