Beth leads me to the girls changing rooms on the other side of school.
"Why did you lie?" She asks me
"Because teacher's make it worse" I answer
"How do you know that?" She asks suspiciously
"When your bullied your whole life, you pick up a few things" I shrug
"You don't seem to care" She points out
"That's because I don't, I ignore them as much as I can"
She's silent for a moment "You know in America I'm pretty sure the bullying's worse"
"...That's what I'm afraid of" I mumble to myself.
We're silent for the rest of the walk towards the changing rooms.
"Do you have a change of clothes?" She asks me once we walk into the changing rooms.
"Yeah I guess" I answer.
"I have some shampoo you can use to wash the juice away" She offers as we walk into the shower part.
I thank her as she passes it to me from her bag. I quickly take off my clothes apart from my underwear and look around for a towel I can use. Beth seems to realise what I'm doing and opens a small cupboard filled with large white towels. She grabs the one on top and holds it in her arms.
"I'll hold it for you while you shower" She says.
I nod and step into the shower before removing my last articles of clothing and throwing them onto the bench from behind the shower curtain.
Beth talks to me whilst I shower as quickly as possible and try to get the red out of my hair. She finally seems to notice I have an accent halfway through my shower.
"Are you English?" She asks.
"Yeah I am" I shout over the sound of the shower.
"I thought you sounded different from the rest of us"
I chuckle "How have you only just realised I'm English?"
"I'm not very observational" She says simply.
"Fair enough"
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After I changed into fresh clothes (cream jodphurs, a white t-shirt, brown belt and brown riding boots) and dried my hair as much as possible with the towel. I went outside to where Beth was waiting by the door.
She turned to me as I opened the door.
"Here I have-" She cuts herself off as she stares at my clothes.
"Why don't you show off your figure?" She asks in confusion.
"What figure?" I also ask in confusion.
She gapes at me "Either you're being sarcastic or you actually believe that"
I shrug and quickly grab the bobble from her outstretched hand. I place my waist length hair up into a high ponytail and gesture for her to lead the way. She shakes her head, smiles and walks back towards our lessons.
"Ok so we've missed 3rd period and 10 minutes of 4th period" Beth says
"I've got Art now with Mrs Best" I say after checking my schedule.
"I know where that is from here, we're pretty close" She tells me after thinking.
I nod and follow her as she walks towards a room door between 2 rows of lockers. She shocks me by hugging me tightly before pushing me towards the door.
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Shy Girl
Teen Fiction"Every GIRL wants a BAD BOY who is GOOD only for her, and every BOY wants a GOOD GIRL who is BAD only for him" - Evette Carter *** Rayne Smith is new to Whitney High School. Her family moved to America 5 months ago and have been trying to get her ac...
