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New Arrival

Later that same day I was quick to get my things packed and ready to leave. I took a glance at the mirror noticing the dark patches beneath my eyes. "I literally look like a racoon right now" . I reached for my concealer and began unsuccessfully covering the effect of yesterdays encounter. I then went to apply kohl around my charcoal lashes before tinting my lips a crimson red in hopes it would draw attention away from my tired eyes.

I gave myself a final once over, straight black hair kept back in a loose braid, my brown skin looking a little greyer than usual, navy uniform as stiff as always. Satisfied with my appearance I grabbed my bag and left through the front door, trying my best to forget the events of earlier that day as I made my way to school through the cloudy morning.

Once reaching school I rushed straight to my best friend, Fallon who was now struggling to open her locker, her copper hair frazzled as if expressing her frustrations.

"Hey, I need to tell you something", I broke her attention from the lock frightening her in the process. 

"Don't sneak up on me like that", she exclaimed, letting out a puff of air before finally yanking the lock open, "What do you want?". 

"Geez, rude much", I sassed.

"Sorry, Emilie was being a prick as always", she apologized. Emilie was her stepsister, her father married her mother three years ago and she was constantly trying to one up her, not to mention also being the golden child of Fallon's family.

"Nah I get it, she's a huge twat", I replied gaining a smile from her.

"So what was it you wanted to talk about", she asked brow arched, still fumbling to her things away.

I nearly forget about what I came to tell her, a sinking feeling in my gut began weighing down. But before I could answer the bell rang signaling us to get to class soon.

"I'll tell you later", I declared hurrying to my next class.

-skip in time-

We settled down for class, Mr. Fitzgerald standing in front of his table. He was quite young around 25 years old, but had the most annoying sense of optimism no one else in class shared.

"Morning", he chirped, receiving groans in return. I went to rearranging my pencil case like I always do when bored, trying my hardest to put back the creeping feeling nagging at the back of my mind

"So today we have a new student joining us, Isabella please introduce yourself", he announced.

I immediately stopped what I was doing, my attention was brought to a girl with long cocoa tresses,  radiant honeyed skin, and hazel, almond shaped eyes blessed with the most longest lashes I've ever seen. I couldn't help but feel the slightest pang of jealousy.

"Hello everyone, my name is Isabella Marie Martinez, but you can call be Ella", the girl spoke smiling brightly.

All the boys were instantly smitten by Isabella, their eyes never leaving her sweet smile, while the girls were staring in poorly hidden envy.

I turned to look at Fallon and I know we were both thinking the same thing, 'This will be interesting'.

Mr. Fitzgerald turned to look at me and Fallon, "You girls, Miss Khan and Miss Delacroix would you mind giving Miss Martinez here a tour of the school?", He asked cheerfully.

I was taken aback and a little hesitant, I mean I'm not the most welcoming person but Fallon decided to answer for us. 

"Of course, come Ella we'll show you around", she smiled back, shooting me a wink.

We stood up to the front of the class bringing Ella with us and walked out the door. Little did I know that following the arrival of this new girl that things would get bizarre.