Niamhs pov
After a musi filled busride we finally reached school.yay. Me and my brothers part ways because they are a year older then me (twins). I walk in to my now registration class or 'home room' as they call it here in america. I smile at the teacher as i walk in and she scowls
"your new right," she says uninterestedly and the whole class stops and stares at me
"go and find an empty seat but choose wisely once you are sat your stuck," i just nod at her and turn around i see a group of boys on the back desk who look like my kind of people. They are all in black and some are wearing eyeliner what more could a girl want? I slowly make my way to the back when i hear a high pitged giggle
"omg look the new eno is sitting with her own kind, maybe they will compare blades," her high pith voice rattles around my brain as i turn around
"omg its a barbie doll," i say mimicking her tone when sge gasped i faked pity
"oh sorry i ment anouther dumb blond cheerleader, is that any better?" i daid still smiling at her and she crossed her arms and sent me what she thought was a threataning glare. I just struggled not to laugh
"you do realise im going to make your life a living hell for that," she says faking innosence i just smule back
"you do realise i dont care, is there even a brain under all that blonde hair?," i smile at her before finishing my trip to the back and smileing at the boys.
"what the hell was that?" one asked he had stragaly black her and insane bags under his eyes
"that," i say to them "is me making an impression,"
