First day good or bad?

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"The names Dallas," said the boy I had taken a seat next to. "Welcome to first period maths."

After Mrs Meredith, my new maths teacher had introduced me to the class she had instructed me to choose a seat. Glancing around the room it was either sit here up the front or sit next to a girl in the middle section who looked like she could slice you into tiny little pieces, with just her ice cold glare.
As you can imagine, I opted for the front seat for transparent reasons.

"I'm Juliet," I introduced myself before pulling out a notebook and pen, placing my bag neatly underneath my desk.

"Juliet," he speculated as if he was turning my name over in his head. Dallas gave me an award winning smile, which I'm sure he used to charm at least half the girls around here. Although I highly doubted he really needed it considering his good looks. His arms were toned causing his shirt to cling nicely to his biceps.

"Juliet. I like it. I guess this means I'm going to have to be your Romeo." Dallas grinned brushing away some ringlets of his curly golden hair away from his brown eyes, which held a gleam of excitement as he looked at me.

I shook my head laughing. "One can only dream such a thing."

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First period had flown by rather quickly and I soon found myself daydreaming in geography. I had often watched new students come into my previous school and never really thought much about it. I never thought that I would be in their position, to be the new girl not knowing anyone or anything. A few people had made the effort of saying a polite hi or hey or even introducing themselves throughout the morning. Still I sat here in geography alone. It was rather odd being the new girl. Overwhelming to say the least.

Geography and every other subject I had already had so far was boring compared to maths. Geography was by far my worse subject where as maths was probably one of my best. Not only did I absolutely adore maths but I felt lucky that I was seated next to Dallas. I had only spoken to Dallas during that one period but during that time I learned that he had a wicked sense of humour and was great at keeping a conversation going. In fact for nearly the entire period we had Mrs Meredith scowling at us for being too talkative and not getting hardly enough work done. A few warnings and threats to move us were made but Dallas assured me that she would never follow through, and she didn't.

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Lunch came around fairly quickly and despite the occasional person telling me their name, I still hadn't made friends with anyone besides Dallas. This made things harder than it should be since I didn't exactly know who to sit by once I had gotten my food in the cafeteria.

I stood around awkwardly for a moment gazing around the loud and extremely busy room.
Isn't this the part in the movie where a really nice girl asks the new girl on her first day at school if she want to join her and her friends for lunch?

I saw a girl whose name I thought I remembered to be Sarah or maybe it was Molly? She was sitting in a small group with three other people. She seemed nice earlier when she had approached me as I was lining up to go into class. Although she didn't look as though she wanted to actually talk to me instead it looked as though she felt bad or took pity on me. I decided against sitting in an awkward situation like that.

As you could imagine everyone was too engaged in their conversations to even notice me making my plans fail to materialize. Luckily, I soon spotted Dallas sitting at a table with a few guys at the far end of the dinning hall. I didn't want to sit by myself but I definitely did not want to intrude by just inviting myself to sit with them. After all, I only had one short period with Dallas, for all I know he could've just been taking pity on me or spoken to me simply because I was there. Pushing my thoughts aside, I walked over to them holding my tray and tapped one of the guys who had their back to mine's shoulder. Did I really want to start my time here eating lunch alone and go home without making friends? No, I most certainly did not.

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