Me & You (girlxgirl)

I strolled casually through the doors of my school or as I like to say the portal between heaven and hell. I made my way down the pristine and perfect hallway radiating off my air of pretence confidence. I gaze around at the faces before me, there are a lot of new kids this year, that's strange. Well, I've only been here for three years but I'm considered one of their own seeing as I finished primary school in the dull, lifeless Ireland and came straight here to my Aunt's house to start High School at Genevieve High.

It was not by choice I came here. I mean, don't get me wrong Ireland could possibly be classed as the most sleepy country in the world. There are probably more cows than human beings. It was dull, yes but it was also my home. It was where I was born and reared. All my roots are there and I had planned to at least stay there until the end of secondary school. That was until disaster struck.

It was a mid summers day. I was at Irish College with my best friend Kayla. We were having the time of our lives. It was our second week and well, the first week has been very productive to say the least! We had céilís everyday, where we had to dance with the boys! All the hot guys hide out at the Gaeltacht , that's for sure! There were lookalikes of all the major heart throb celebrities and I had fallen for one, big time.

On top of all this, it was a stay away camp where I got three weeks freedom from my parents! I love my parents and all but here I get to be as crazy and weird and not to mention flirty as I want to! and they don't see how much make up I wear, and how little clothes....

So, on the last day you can imagine how depressed I was. I was leaving my crush, my freedom and not to mention the fact that I was actually seriously popular there.

We had all packed our bags, but not without some serious jumping on suitcases in an attempt to get everything to fit. Eventually, everything was squeezed in. The dormitories looked stark, it was like a new house. It didn't feel like home anymore. Slowly, we descended down the spiraling stairs, our bags clattering and clunking behind us. We approached the front door and with a nudge from Kayla, I unbolt it and we saunter into a scene of absolute chaos.

"Casey?"

Somebody calls my name and awakens me from my momentary trance. My eyes flutter open and as a reflex I automatically leap back. I rub my arms for warmth. Getting lost in the past again, Casey. I look up to see that its only Farrell. His eyes are filled with curiosity and care. It pains me to push him away everyday but I can't let anyone get too close. I only end up getting bruised.  He advances towards me and links an arm with me. He is possibly the most caring guy in the world, but then again he is gay. They tend to be nicer, in my experience anyway

"So, have you heard the news?"

Farrel tries to strike up a conversation. I never do. He usually accepts that I'm the silent type and just babbles away to himself. He is quite the entertainer.

"No, what news?"

I try to add some enthusiasm and school spirit to my voice but it just ends up sounding desperate. He snorts slightly and gives me a knowing look before giving me the low down.

"There are a load of transfer students from all over the world, Germany , France, Australia, Russia, America , Ireland"

He mumbles the last one hoping I won't hear it. He is the one person that I have told my past to and he knows that I currently despise my native land. Too many memories. I would tell him repeatedly.

I am flustered now, what if someone knows me? more importantly what if they know about my past? I'm so lost in my worried thoughts , I don't even realise that we have reached my class. Farrel drops my arm and I suddenly realise how much I had been leaning on him for support. He looks at me with concern plastered on his face.

"Are you sure you're okay Casey? We can blow off first period if you need to stock up on food or something? Sugar boost?"

I shake my head and place a feeble hand on the door. I look in the glass and realise how pale I am. I can see why Farrell looked so worried now.

"No thanks, I promised Essie I wouldn't"

I hesitate but then say

"You know that you're an awesome guy?"

He grins and I can see he boyish personality leak through. He runs his hand though his hair in a sexy manner and deepens his voice before saying.

"Yes, I am a sexy beast aren't I?"

For the first time in what seems like a decade I burst into hysterical giggles but not for the reason he thinks. Right behind that 'sexy beast' stands my teacher for first period Mrs Jenkins and man , she is one tough cookie. She taps him lightly on his shoulder and speaks sternly.

"Would this sexy beast like to go to class?Or would that be too much to ask Mr. Donahue?"

Farrell goes pale and rushes away while I turn to enter the class. I am taken aback by what lies before me.

Here, in my Home Room is a bunch of complete and utter strangers. I stare at my seat which has been taken by a girl who looks Asian, maybe. I turn around to face Mrs. Jenkins and she gives me what I think was supposed to be a smile. It looked more like a grimace though. She gestures towards the strangers and begins to speak in her usual professional manner.

"This year, we are having an exchange with fifteen countries worldwide, as you can probably see for yourself. Every student in your year is going to be buddied up with one. If you had been listening last week you would have known that, you also would have known that you have a free class in the library right now"

She gives me  stern look from behind her glasses and I mutter an apology. She waves her hand dismissively and turns to her desk. She picks up her role book and starts skimming pages until she finds the right one. She lays it down roughly on the desk and stabs at my name with her pen. She then moves across the page to the name opposite mine.

"Mariah Lawrence from Ireland. Isn't that nice, you originated in Ireland didn't you Casey?"

I nod meekly and turn to face the class so I can see what sort of a dweeb I've been paired with. I practically slam right into her. Boy, someone was an eager beaver on her first day.

"You show her around the school Casey"

I nod and murmur something incoherent under my breath, Luckily she doesn't hear me. I stride along in front of this Mariah chick not taking a second glance at her. I hear her light footsteps behind me. I hold the door open for her, might as well make her feel welcome. She closes the door behind me and stares me square in the eye.

"I'm Mariah , and I take it you're Casey?"

She extends a slender tanned arm. I hesitate slightly before taking it and shaking. I make eye contact as I do so and I am shocked at how green they are. They resemble the topaz jewels on a birthday present I once got.

"Yeah, I'm Casey, Nice to meet you."

She grins and I can't help but return her smile. There is charisma radiating of this girl, she's so pretty as well. You can't be that perfect in this day or age. She's probably an underage hooker or something.

"Oh, did I mention I'm staying at your place?"

This time its my turn to raise the eyebrows. What has Aunt Essie been organising? Probably a sad attempt to get me to make a friend. News flash, its not going to work. I force a strained smile across my face.

"Oh, that's great"

She looks at me from under her thick lashes and smiles.

"Don't worry, you'll learn to love me"

With that she bounces off down the hallway, looking for trouble no doubt.

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