I headed for the reception as soon as I got into school.
“Hi, I’m Honor Campbell, I’m the new student here” I put a fake smile on my face and acted like I was super excited to be here. Even though out of all the places I could have chosen to be right now, this was waaaay down on the list.
“Oh right, ahh here you are! Well here is your schedule for the day and I’ll just ask someone if they could be your escort for the day” She smiled back. It was fake though, the sort of one I used to pull a little while back to the people around me.
My guess was that she was somewhere around 30, looked as though she had got a child from the picture on her desk who was in hospital and the bags under her eyes, wasn’t wearing a wedding ring so couldn’t be married, and was probably struggling on her own desperate for a job that would pay much better than this one. They say I am observant, they’re not wrong, I guess that’s what being on your own for so long does to you.
I took a seat and sat patiently waiting. After about 2 minutes a senior boy walked in. Dressed as casually as the school rules on clothing would allow him to be, he oozed confidence. I admired him almost instantly.
“Hey, I’m Matt, head of the basketball team. You are?” He was hot. Really hot. And he was head of the basketball team, if I dated him I would be respected most likely. I mentally noted that down. He gave me a quick wink when he noticed I was staring at him a bit, not too much but a bit too long all the same. I winked back and prayed to God my face wasn’t turning the same violent red that I felt inside.
“Hey, I’m Honor, head of the new kids.” I joked. “So we got gym first?” I asked as I glanced down to my timetable I had been given
“Sounds about right to me. Let’s go.” He quickly turned to leave the room and I followed just behind and silently matched my pace to his as we wandered down the corridor. I also subtly picked at my clothes as I followed, praying again that he didn’t notice that I was as nervous as I felt.
We chatted on the way down to the gymnasium. He asked me what I was into, I went with fashion and cheerleading, thinking this would be the best option. I had done a bit of cheer leading and could do most things so I thought I’d be alright but fashion was something I probably needed to get into properly if I was going to stand a chance with the other girls. He told me maybe I should try talking to Kimberly White who was apparently head of cheerleaders. It was going well so far. I laughed at all his jokes and tried to flirt as best I could when I saw the opportunity too and all in all I felt good and confident about myself. Which was a strange kind of euphoric feeling I hadn’t felt in so long. I didn’t let my guard for even a second but I knew soon enough that this would all become natural to me with time. I just hoped that he liked me, but will my inexperience with boys, I had no idea how to read any signs.
I walked into my first class and introduced myself to my teacher who handed me some shorts and a t-shirt emblazoned with the school logo and told me to get changed.
Everyone was in groups already working on a routine with people of similar ability. But I didn’t let that deter me from my main goal for the day; friends. My teacher asked me what I could do and told me to stand on the mats in the middle of the room and try some stuff out so she could put me in a group. Perfect. A chance to show off without even trying or being labelled as that. Everyone turned to watch as I walked onto the mat and performed some simple gym stuff you learn when you are like 10, forward rolls and stuff, then when the people around me were starting to get bored, I started doing some more interesting things, I backflipped, round offed and cartwheeled all round that room before finally ending in the splits.
My gym teacher was impressed and so was the rest of my class. She put me in the group with the girls that you could just tell were the “populars” and told me too talk to Kimberly White about cheerleading try-outs. I grinned and thanked her and then casually strolled over to the group she pointed me at.
It was obvious who was Kimberly White, she was the main girl. The one all the rest of them looked up too and wanted to be like. The one that called the shots. I didn’t want to sound like a total loser by knowing who she was straight off, so I feigned my innocence.
“So which one of you girls is Kimberly?” I asked all innocent eyes and casual looks.
The other girls seemed shocked I didn’t know which one she was, obviously everyone treated her like royalty around here. How dumb they must be too feel the need to worship her. However, she looked me over once and I almost felt my heart stop for one shockingly long second at the thought of the fact she could dismiss me and totally ignore me which would ruin all my plans. Then after 4 painstakingly long seconds, which included enough time for all the other girls to stand and stare at Kimberly (boy did she know how to play a crows) she smiled and slipped her arm through mine and told me how amazing my performance was and how I must try out for cheerleading. All in her totally fake, way too highly pitched voice, the other girls watched with shock before agreeing and telling me I really should. I felt a twang of sorrow for them they had probably been waiting their entire lifes for Kimberly to treat them like that and I had just walked in and taken her, but then again I’d truly had my fair share of not being good enough.
I WAS IN.
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