At the sound of her blaring alarm, Madison jolted awake. She peered sleepily over at the offending device. 7:30! She threw off her covers and scrambled out of bed. Madison had exactly 30 minutes to get a shower, get dressed, and walk to school. Luckily, the school was less than five minutes away, and she'd picked out her outfit the night before. Madison hurried into the bathroom and began to get ready. Once she'd showered, she dried off and pulled on her clothes in record timing. When she emerged from her bathroom, she found that it was 7:40. At this rate, she would be able to grab a quick breakfast on her way out the door. Still a bit angry at herself for oversleeping, Madison pulled on her backpack and headed downstairs to the kitchen. When she reached the kitchen, she was almost knocked over by her mom, who was just about to walk out. "There you are!" Madison's mother said. Shaking her head and looking a bit flustered, she said, "I was afraid you weren't going to wake up in time. Don't be late on your first day, or your new school will think you're irresponsible!" Madison sighed softly. "Yes, mom." She said quietly. She looked over at the kitchen table and found two muffins leftover from breakfast waiting for her. She hurried over and grabbed them, then headed for the front door. 7:48. As much as she hated to admit it, her mother was right. She had to leave or she would be late on her first day! Madison yanked the door open and set off at a brisk pace, munching on the apple cinnamon muffins as she walked down the quiet street. Most of the other kids had already left for school, or they had taken the bus. Madison was the only person around, with the exception of a white SUV that passed her on her way to school.
At 7:53, Madison reached the brick school-building. The school had been built about 4 years ago, and still looked brand-new. Saints High School was everything you would expect from a private school. It was expensive to attend, and full of snotty rich kids who automatically assumed that they were better than everyone else. Madison was a sophomore, and her family had just moved to town a few months ago. As she entered her new school, Madison found herself growing nervous. She had been born and raised in Texas, but when her father had lost his job last year, they'd had to move in with her mom's mom. A few months ago, her mom had been offered a job here in Florida, so she and her family had packed up their belongings and moved. Madison had never been the new kid in her life, except for the time she'd started kindergarten, but then, everyone had been new. Still, Madison was relieved that she had left behind most of her family and friends. That way, she thought, none of them would find out. She didn't think she could bear their disappointment in her. Of course, people here were bound to notice as well. She was hoping, though, that they would take a very long time to figure things out.
Shaking her head to pull herself out of her thoughts, Madison hurried inside. She finally found her classroom, and settled down in a seat in the second row. She glanced down at her clothes. She had dressed simply, in a white top with a rather plain design and a pain of jeans. She hoped that she didn't draw much attention to herself. She glanced around nervously, watching as others began to enter the classroom.
Amelia woke at 7 that morning. She had plenty of time to allow herself to wake up before getting ready. When she finally climbed out of bed, she walked over to her dresser, yawning. She looked through her clothes and settled on a light pink shirt, and a pink-and-purple skirt. She got ready, and when she had finished, she went downstairs and made herself some bacon and toast. When the bus arrived at 7:45, Amelia picked up her purple backpack and ran out the door. Boarding the bus, she told the driver in a friendly voice, "Good morning!" She waved at a few people, but no one really waved back. Even though she was friendly, Amelia wasn't exactly popular. This was mostly due to the school's atmosphere. The stuck-up popular kids thought that they were better than everyone else, and they considered those who were different from them inferior. Thus, there was a fairly large group of the school that were treated by them as animals. Amelia was one of these people, because she wasn't like them. She wasn't exactly rich, and she was bisexual. Most of the populars frowned upon that, and so Amelia was one of the many who were ostracized. She didn't mind so much, though. She didn't like most of the populars anyway, and she preferred to hang out with the other outcasts who were kind.
When the bus reached the school, Amelia was polite and let several people get off before stepping out into the aisle. Then she followed, and walked up to the school. She smiled slightly. Despite its sometimes oppressive atmosphere, Amelia was at home here. She was comfortable with herself and didn't let the haters bother her. She knew, though, that because of bullying and hate from the populars, many of the outcasts at the school were very upset and in need of some help.
Molly woke up at 6:30 that morning. She limped slowly over to her dresser and pulled out some clothes. She smiled at her reflection, and turned to go and get ready. Once dressed, she stood in front of her bathroom mirror and fixed her hair. When she was done, she admired her handiwork. Good enough for the first day of her junior year, she thought. She headed down the hallway and turned right, walked through the dining room, and reached the kitchen. She made scrambled eggs and sausage for herself and her younger sister, who was 11. then she called her sister, who came bounding energetically into the kitchen. She set two plates full of eggs and sausage on the table, as well as two glasses of orange juice. The two sisters ate together. When they had finished, Molly grabbed her sister's backpack and helped her put it on. "Ready?" she asked. When the girl nodded, Molly grabbed her keys and walked out the door. Her sister behind her, she locked the door and headed slowly for the car. Molly carefully drove toward her sister's school and dropped her off. Glancing at the clock, she saw that she had fifteen minutes to get herself to school.
Molly walked in the front door of Saints High, feeling a bit apprehensive. Even though she was a junior now, she anticipated being teased and bullied. She always had been, because thanks to a birth defect, she walked with a noticeable limp. Not being the perfect, normal, white, heterosexual girl, Molly was often ridiculed by the populars, and some of her peers as well. Still, she kept her head up as she walked into school and headed down the halls that held so many bad memories.