Mr. Bad Boy

Part 1

New school.  New friends (hopefully). New life. I stood outside the doors of Pearson Secondary School. Also known as, my new school. My dad got transferred. He got a promotion, three hours away from where we first lived. I had to leave all my friends, for my dad. But, shit happens right? 

I walked threw the front doors and made my way to the main office, where I was suppose to meet the principle for a school tour. I haven't even seen this school. I just moved last week into my new home, and my parents told me they chose a special school for me. Why is it special? I'm not sure.

I walked up to the secretary and waited for her to make eye contact with me. "I'm Bethany Jagers. I need to meet with principal." I said to her.

"Ah, Miss. Jagers, it's great to meet you.  I'm Ms. Walters, your principal. I was going to give you a tour, but a meeting came up. I'm sorry." Said a lady in a dark blue skirt with a sweater type jacket thing on, white top underneath.

I frowned a little. Does that mean I'll be lost in the school trying to find my classes?

"Worry not though. I have someone to help you. Allie Vasges. And there is she now." Ms. Walters said gesturing to a brown curly haired girl.

We introduced each other, then Ms. Walters left. "So here's your schedule, and here's your agenda." Allie said handing them to me. 

"We have english together." Allie said as I examined my timetable.

"Cool," I said. "is that it?"

"No, also lunch. That's good. You're sitting with us."

"Thanks." I said to her. Well, at least I'm not a loner.

"Okay so, this is your locker." She said gesturing to a locker. She handed me a piece of paper.

Second floor.

Locker: 2104

Combination: 18-2-32 

I opened up my locker, and put my sweater in. Allie showed me all my classes, then dropped me off  to my first period class since we missed homeroom. "Make sure you meet us at lunch. I've got more to explain." Allie said before walking off.

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"Bethany. Over here." Allie signalled for me in the cafeteria. I walked on over to the table, and hoped that Allie would introduce me. I'm not good at it.

"Guys, this is Bethany Jagers. Bethany, this is Tess Jackson, Madaline Harris aka Maddy, and Gabe Dunken." Allie said pointing to everyone. I gave a polite smile to everyone, and sat beside Tess, the only empty seat. 

"Okay so, see that corner," Allie said pointing to a table diagnol behind me. "that's the group of singers, instrument players, and poetry people." I studied them. They all got along. I swear they could be a band one day.

"In the middle of the column," Allie pointed to the left side. "is the bio geeks." They all wore suspenders, with braces and geeky glasses.

"The corner over there," she pointed to the corner, diagonal in front of me. "is the athletics group." They all wore there jerseys, with cheerleaders around.

"Behind me," which was infront of me actually, " is the group for the artists." They didn't look much different then regular people.

"And we," she said with a happier attitude. "are the mathletes." They all smiled.

"Which one do you fit in?" Gabe asked. Fit in? I have to fit in?

"What do you mean?" I asked him.