It's my first day at my new school. I feel so alone I know absolutely no one and everyone is staring at me like I'm some basket case. I immediately feel more insecure. I'm wearing all black because it's my favorite color and I feel like it expresses who I am.
I walk quietly with my head low, I can feel everyone's eyes on me and I can hear their rude remarks. I want to run home and jump in bed. The school day hasn't even begun and I'm already hating it.
I make my way to the main office to get my schedule.
The bell rings and I start walking to my first class. AP Calculus, this should be fun. When I get to class every seat is taken except for the one right in the middle of the room. I take it and look around getting a feel for the rest of the students who are in this class.
As I look around I see her. She's beautiful, she's a magnificent work of art. She's wearing high waisted short and a crop top that does her bust wonders. I want her. I need to know who she is. A group of boys are gathered around her desk. When the teacher takes role they all go back to their seats. One of them kisses her good bye and walks back to his seat. She looks straight at me and our eyes meet
"Elizabeth Grant."
I hear it again.
"Elizabeth Grant?"
"HERE!" I yell practically falling out of my seat, everyone is staring at me and laughing. Great. This is such an amazing way to start the year.
I put my head phones in and drown out the teachers voice while I listened the American beauty sound track.
