Chapter 3: Maybe It's My Lucky Day....... Or Not

☆"After Eating"☆

◇"Ryan's POV"◇

So, that was one weird lunch, but anyways, I'm walking to my locker and I already know I've been way to lucky today so, I was being cautious.

Since the bell just rang signaling that it was time for the juniors to start wrapping it up with their lunch, and everyone else to get to their next class.

So, as soon as I opened my locker I hear a group of juniors laughing and waltzing over in my direction. I was just minding own getting my things for science when I felt something cold being on my head and running down my body. I didn't move I didn't even flinch as they started laughing at me.

"What the hell is everybody's problem with me?!", I yell grabbing my bag and storming off towards the girls bathrooms.

I walk into the restroom and make sure nobody's in there before I lock the restroom door and take my shirt off so it's not completely soaked when I put it in my bag.

I turn the sink on and lean forward to where my hair is in the sink so I could wash it or at least rinse it out.

A few minutes after the bell rings I finally finish getting all the disgusting milk out of my hair. I ring my hair out and grab some paper towels to help dry my hair some. After that I grab some more paper towels and try to clean my body off some.

I take my pants off and grab out my spare clothes and put them on. God it's gonna be hot in the fucking class today, I think to myself after I put my spare clothes on and put my dirty ones in my bag.

The bell rang signaling us to go to our 6th period class. Thank god there's only this class and one more before I can start walking ho- I think to myself but then remember that home is just worse.

Oh god, I skipped two classes today. No! How god damn stupid can I fucking get?! I ask myself knowing what'll happen when I get home.

After a few moments of scolding myself I walked out of the bathroom with my bag slung over my shoulder.

I make it into my music class just before the bell rings.

"Ms.Smith, you're late.", Mr.Anderson, my music teacher, said.

"But I was here before the bell.", I tell him

"You know my rules if you're not seated before the bell then you're late.", he says

"Yes sir, I'm sorry.", I tell him and he nods.

"I'll let it slide just don't let it happen again.", he says and I nod I walk to the back as all the guys and some girls gawk at me while others just glared.

I sit in the back as the teacher starts speaking.

"Alright class, I have a project for you to do. I know it's not the best bit it should be a pretty fun if you really like music.", he says

"I have assigned groups of three. So, I'll be telling you who the groups are. So, pay attention cause I'm not gonna repeat it.", he says sternly.

He goes on and on and on with different names then he gets to mine.

"Ryan Smith, Ember Roger, and Blake Steele.", he says and a wave of fear shot right through me.

I see them walk over to me and sit down on either side of me.

"So, now that you're all in your own groups, this project is gonna on how well you each work together on making a song. You have until the end of the school year to be done with this, meaning you only have 3 months to do this so I suggest you get it done. Figure out instruments if any instruments you need, figure out who's doing what. Okay, and no changing group partners.", he says and I hit my head against my desk.

"God please kill me now.", I say in a begging tone out loud.

"We aren't that bad, are we?", Ember asks and I shrug.

"Get partnered up with your life long bullies and tell me if it's that bad.", I tell her putting my head back up.

"So, what are you guys good at like music wise?", I ask them

"Well I'm good at guitar.", Ember says and I nod

"How about you?", I ask Blake giving him a pointed look.

"Umm, I guess the drums and keyboard.", he says and I nod.

"So, what are you good at?", they ask me and now I feel a little suffocated.

"I-I've been told I'm good at singing but I highly doubt it, and I write some of my own songs but none of them are completed.", I tell them and they nod.

"Your-", Blake goes to ask

"One of y'alls place is fine.", I tell them and they look at me with suspicion.

"My house is being remodel.", I lie and they seem to by it.

"Okay so, we'll go to my place after school today.", Ember says and I nod.

♧"After School"♧

Well, I'm in a freaking Porsche right now. Like I mean me, in a freaking Porsche that has leather seats. I feel like a princess. No not a princess, a feel like a... I don't know I'm sure you guys know what I mean.

We pull up to a freaking mansion. Like what the hell. Ember stops the car and I get out.

"Ho.....ly shit.", I say in shock.

"What?!", she asks and I'm snapped out of my trance.

"You live in that thing!", I exclaim pointing at the mansion.

"Umm, yeah?", she says in more of a question. I stop and think for a minute. I'm not even good enough to look at a Porsche or a mansion much less ride in a Porsche and go inside a mansion. I look down at the ground

"I can't go in there.", I tell them and they look at me.

"What do you mean you can't go in there?", Ember asks

"I mean, I'm not good enough to go in there look at me.", I say gesturing to myself.

"Don't talk like that. Now come on or else I'll pick you up and carry you in the house to where Ember says.", Blake says and I gulp backing up a little.

"Oh no you don't!", he yells grabbing before can and escape.

He throws me over his shoulder as if I weigh nothing.

"Steele! Put. Me. The fuck. Down!", I yell as I elbowing his back.

"Nope! Come on Ember.", he says and I continue to yell and hit him.

We go inside, up a thing of stairs, and into a room.

"Jesus Christ man you need a shower.", I tell Blake as he sets me down.

"Haha very funny.", he says and I giggle.

"Anyways, let's get to work.", I tell them plopping myself on the floor and they do the same.

¤"At Home"¤

I'm standing on my front porch right now just staring at the door. I take a deep breath, grab my key, unlock the door and walk in. I'm actually able to walk in and close te door without my hair getting pulled or something.

Maybe it's my lucky day? I ask myself but then, I feel a strong force hit me in the side of my cheek.

...Or not. I say to myself getting up off the ground and going through my after school daily routine but 10 times worse.

I'm gonna be sore tomorrow, I think to myself after almostb3 hours of a beating.