In my head

Chapter 1

In this chapter Charlotte is a nerd. SO PLEASE IF YOU WERE LIKE HER YOU ARE NOT A NERD!! I'm just saying what she wears is nerdy because like no one else dresses like her. So please don't think I'm being mean I'm not
************************************************Hi my names Charlotte and I'm 14.
I've just moved to Australia from England and I have fallen in love, literally. The weather is better then anything you could imagine. England is cold and seems to never stop raining. Here it is sunshine and happiness. Today's my first day at my new school and I'm extremely nervous.

Once I arrive the principal introduces me to a girl a lot shorter than me with dirty blonde hair, rosy cheeks and a massive smile. She introduces herself as Jackie.
"I'm going to show you around and walk you to your first class" Jackie says, she's got such a small sweet voice.
The school is massive. It's all bricked and quite dark. It's an all girl school and I'm expecting girls to be pretty bitchy. When I lived in England all the girls seemed so obsessed with themselves, and then there was me. I sat by myself, I only had one friend named Kim. We would study and read books all the time.
Yes we are nerds.

I guess that's why no one really ever spoke to us. Our school uniform was a long skirt and stockings with a grey blouse with blue blazer to wear on top to keep us warm. I wear glasses and wear my hair in two high pony tails, most of the time.
Very GEEKY.
At this school it's basically the same, we have to wear long skirts, white knee high socks, white blouses and a green blazer.
I wear my hair in to plaits that fall down either side of my face. My hair is dark brown and falls to the middle of my back. I'm quite tall 5"9 and I am covered in freckles.
I don't have a very good sense of style and I'm proud of it. It means that I don't dress like everyone else, I'm unique.

I usually wear checkered shirts and skirts with knee higher socks and converse. My skirts are long. So I look more like a nun then a slut to some.
To be honest I don't really care what people think about me. I'm who I am.

"Hey, earth to Charlotte", Heather pulls me out of my thoughts.
"Hm... sorry I was just thinking", I simply say.
"I was asking what subjects did you choose?" she asks, "oh, I chose cooking, photography and elective history" I finally answer her question.
She just nods and we keep on walking.
It feels like we've been walking for hours. We have at least been up 1000 stairs already and yet we aren't even at my first session.

Heather turns around and says "ok, so you have elective history first, and you've missed it"
"How I have missed it? You are walking me to it, aren't you?" I ask. She shakes her head, no "nobody chooses that subject, only nerds choose that one."
Then the bell rings and all the girls run out to their next class.

I'm so shocked she would say that to me. Can she not see I am a nerd? I wear freaking glasses, and plaits I mean who else does that. I grab my timetable from her and find my own way around to my next class.
I find my way to English but before I walk in someone pushes me, "sorry I didn't see you there 4 eyes" the girl says to me with a cheesy smile. The girl had bleach blonde hair in a braid. I walk into my class and find a sit which happens to be in the front row.

Our teacher walks in 5 minutes later wearing a rough looking dress. She introduces herself "good morning class my name is miss White, I will be your teacher for the year". Miss White looks around her mid 40's. She's a pretty lady, with her hair tied up in a tight bun and bright red lipstick.

Before I know it school is over and I'm walking home.