hey guys, i'd love comments on this fanfic. and btw, i'm discontinuing all my old fanfics besides Silently Admitting I Love You. I just wanted you guys to know that I'm back for good, and what better way to do that than starting a new fanfiction? This was originally a non-jonas story, but i changed the names and such; so enjoy!
Flying Without Wings^
Prologue;
I brushed my fingertips along the cold, still glass of the passenger's seat window in my father's car. The residue of the rain slithered down the window, making me dread what was happening more. I wasn't as enthusiastic as a normal teen would be when they can practically start their whole life over. Instead, not only am I upset, nervous, and infuriated, but I'm terrified. I don't know if I could cope well with this type of scenario. It's awfully cold here, especially because it's winter. Raleigh, North Carolina is nothing like L.A.
Yup, that's right. I'm going to be the new girl. I've played that role twice before, and it makes me never want to relive those days. Especially the first time I moved to New Jersey, the first time I played the new girl. I'm glad I moved away from there. Those days are gone, thank god. I was a young girl, only in sixth grade. Angela Willford was the most popular girl in school at that time. Her long, beautiful, blonde hair was always curly, and she was way too matured to be in the grade level we were in. When she first saw me, she hated me. I was desperate to be her friend, but she was desperate to make my life h3ll.
Every time she succeeded on making me look like a fool, I would hear a roar of laughter.
I'm not embarrassed easily, but those days were horrific. Every time I walked down the hallway, I'd hear "No one ever likes the new kid." Those words will and did scar me for life. I'll never forget it. Because once again, I was playing the new kid.
I've grown since then. I should have, considering the fact that I'm now sophomore now. I don't think I'll run into Angela here anyway, but I might find someone close to her personality; that's what's got me terrified. It's high school, everyone is always a step ahead, and first impressions can be tough.
