Typical Teenager

~New school, same rules~

I quickly grabbed a glass of orange juice, gulped it down and grabbed an apple I started to walk out the door; not before piling my stuff into my school bag and walking out. As lazy as I sounded earlier, I love my early walks. It lets me clear my mind and just chill.

It's only an eight minute walk (I'd walked here before, to make sure I knew where I was going), so when I get into school I still have 20 mins before the first bell goes. As much as I hate waking up so early on school days I like getting to school early. I like school, I like learning and so far I liked the new school. Except what I don't like are arrogant, narrow minded rude people. Even though it's a different school, you've got the same sort of people. 

You've got the 'jocks' who think that just because they can throw a football and it kick it between some posts that they rule everyone. Then you've got the 'cheerleaders' who well you know. As cliché as it sounds, just one look at their short skirts, cake faces and vicious eyes was enough for me to never want to go near them again. By the look of it, I can tell who the top 'three' are. 

They walk together as if there's an invisible rope tying them together. Then there's the 'bad boys' who I must admit look even hotter than the jocks, but who also probably have the IQ of a gnat and an ego the size of my backyard. You can tell who they are too. They're the ones in the leather jacket and the dark sunnies over their eyes. Probably so that no one could their eyes wandering.

 Once again there's three of them....who would have thought. And finally as you get lower down the social hierarchy there's the 'Wannabe's/ Followers.' 'Drama club people.' The 'I don't care about anyone group.' 'The loners' and finally the 'Nerds,' which is probably where I fit in.

As I've finished my evaluation of everyone, I realise that I should probably go to the front office to get my timetable. As I swing around trying to think of where the front office might actually be, I seem to run into something hard. I look up to see someone that, I'm sure only God could have specially created. He seemed to be one of the three 'bad boys' that'd I'd concluded with earlier. 

He had the most beautiful brown hair that was slightly messy in a totally hot way. His eyes were a mixture of green and blue, which intrigued me more. I was in the midst of my staring session when his red lips turned into a snarl.

'Watch where you're going blondie and stop staring.' Whilst saying those last few words his lips formed into a smirk. I can't believe how arrogant he is, suddenly the model like person I saw in front of me turned into the ugliest thing I could ever imagine.

I started to blush and my mind was telling me to apologise and walk away, but I guess my mouth had other plans.

'Yeah like I'd give you the time of day and you should better watch where you're going next time.' I said to him giving him a glare. He seemed pretty taken aback by my come back, I don't think many people do that to him.

Of course it being high school a large crowd had formed and there were so many ooh's and ahh's being thrown around as if everyone was back in year 7. I however, didn't exactly want to hear what was happening so I pushed through the crowd and navigated my way through the school, to find the front office. It did take me a while to get there, this school was huge. When I finally got my timetable I had Double Maths, Science, English and double PE.

When I finally got to my first class I was 10mins late. 'Great a grand entrance...' I mumbled to myself sarcasm dripping from the statement. 'Well here goes nothing.'

I pushed through the door, the white greyish colour already made me feel bored. As I stepped inside, the whole class seemed to stop talking; of course it made me blush. I hated how my cheeks went like that even when I wasn't truly embarrassed. 

As I walked towards the teacher trying to politely and subtly excuse myself for being late. There was nothing more than I wanted to do was to run back out the door. Knowing that I couldn't do that I thought that running to the back of the classroom would be the safest option. However, the teacher had a different point of view. "Well class, today we have a new student."

Well obviously Sherlock, was I wanted to say but I refrained. Yes I'm also very sarcastic.

"Well what's your name and a few things about you?" The teacher, I now know as Mr K asked. I know he was just trying to be polite, but I didn't really appreciate being put under the spotlight. So I stuck with the basics.

"Umm my name's Melissa Harrington, I moved here from a town a few hours away and I like sports." I finished and flashed a forced smile.

After that, Mr K told me to take a seat. Of course the only one left was at the back, which I didn't mind but walking to the back of the classroom seemed to take a while seeing as I was getting stares from every direction but mostly from the girls. "Great," I muttered.

I must have looked a bit flustered because the girl next to me said "don't worry about them, there all just jealous that you ran into one of the hottest guys at school aka 'River Walters' on your first day." 

I didn't say anything it took me a while to take in the girls appearance, she had longish brown hair that was slightly curled, she had a tank top on with another half top loosely covering her shoulders and light blue denim jeans. She was really pretty. Then I thought about what she'd just told me, I couldn't believe that I'd already caused drama for me. I was lost in my thoughts, when the girl spoke up again.

"My names Grace Carter by the way, if you want you can sit lunch with my friends and me?" Her voice sounded a bit nervous and her smile faltered a bit as if regretting asking me, but I quickly replied with a real smile; "Yea that sounds great." Because I was actually really grateful that I didn't have to sit alone.

Graces' face erupted in a full blown smile and I'm really glad that I said yes. The double period seemed to go by really quickly, I've always liked maths and Mr K was a great teacher.