Everyone can believe in the idea of being innocent until proven guilty but when someone holds the evidence to prove your guilt, how long can you continue to run from your inevitable fate?
After moving to America in an attempt to escape her troubled...
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Chapter 2:
Oakmore High School
As the bus arrives at the school, the overwhelming sickness feeling returns. What I was expecting to be just a small building with a couple of hundred people turns out to be a massive building with over two thousand people swarming around it. There is no way that I am mentally prepared for this.
The stuffy heat from the bodies on the bus alongside the anxiety of being watched has given me a headache. Plus, the long list of questions was never-ending, not just from Sophie but from a couple of people sitting around us who had picked up on the fact I was British. They all seemed lovely and were helping to soothe my worries about what other students were going to be like, that was until I saw just how many other students there are.
However, it's also dawning on me that I'm still unsure if any of these people will be in my classes, meaning that I'm going to have to go through this whole process of introducing myself to people and being the centre of attention again.
Why couldn't I have been homeschooled? It would've been so much easier than what I am going through right now. This is just like not being able to swim and being thrown into the deep end with sharks surrounding you.
The bus comes to a halt, and I stand up, placing my bag over my shoulder and wait until everyone gets off before I do, trying to hide behind the crowd. I get off of the bus, and a few people look over at me. Some curious as to who I am and some, who have already been told, looking over to see who the new girl is. Everyone does the same, judging every bit of me. I keep my head low, wanting no attention drawn to myself. All I want to do is find the Principal's office and figure out where my classes are.
I begin walking along the concrete path towards the stairs that lead up to the main building entrance. The entrance consists of four huge doors and above them is a stone plaque that reads 'Oakmore High School.'
As I try to make my way forwards, ignoring the questioning eyes of those around me, I'm forced to stop when I'm met by a tall, muscular, rather good looking guy.
He crosses his arms over his chest, narrowing his dark blue eyes at me. His fluffy, blonde hair sways in the breeze whilst he looks me up and down, obviously trying to figure out who I am. Despite his bad-boy demeanour, his clean skin, free of any tattoos and piercings give away that he's the opposite.
Shuffling his arms, I notice that he's wearing a jacket belonging to the school's football team and I know enough about American stereotypes to realise that this guy is what is often referred to as a jock.
I peek my head around his broad shoulders and notice his fellow jock friends standing behind him. Their stone-cold faces are unnerving. Every one of them is tall, muscular and stupidly hot, but I refrain from staring, I keep my eyes glued to the concrete floor. They continue to look at me, eyes squinting, face stern, and at this point, I have no choice but to look back.
