Malia's point of view:
"Hello, I'm Malia Martin," I said to the receptionist in the office of my new school.
God! Why did I have to move. New school, new town, new state, new country, new everything.
"Ok here you go darling," said the receptionist , Miss Bell, in her thick Southern accent.
Walking out of the office I bumped into someone, someone very muscular. Instantly, I fell very hard onto the ground."Look where you're going nerd," said the obvious self centered jock."s-s-sorry" I said stuttering .
"Wait! You know what I'm not sorry at all meat head. " I said with a lot of courage. At this, people around us started to take notice of our little interaction and started to form a circle around us.
"What did you just say loser?" He replied , fuming. "I'm not sorry..... Dumpster breath," I replied. The crowd that continued to get bigger ohhed.
"Thank God!!! Somebody finally has the guts to stand up to me." He exclaimed. I stood there shocked staring at him. As if this was like one of those 'Not cliche' extremely cliche highschool movies.
"Come on kid what's your name; I'm Stefan , Stefan Michelson. Stef for short, Stefa for medium, " he said reaching out his hand for me to shake .
I laughed at his joke and said ,"I'm Malia Martin. "
The crowd started to dissipate with some people saying how anti-climatic this was.
