I looked down at my trembling hands. Easy girl, it's just school. Act normal, don't be weird and everything will be fine. Huge lump of anxiety went down my throat as I walked towards my locker. It took me a while to find it, but finally I stood in front of a blue, worn-out door. They were bent so much that a little more and you could ski on them. A grimace of disgust entered my tanned face when I saw many chewed gums stuck to the bottom edge of locker. Just adorable. Loud sigh escaped my lips as I struggled with the number lock. I was sure that I was entering the right code, but it wouldn't even budge.
"Oh come on!" I growled, feeling like a soldier on a losing battlefield. And then a light tap on my shoulder caught my attention.
"Need a little help?" A girl with short black hair asked me with a friendly smile.
"Yes, please. Save me from the stubbornness of the local beasts" I pointed to the school locker with a smirk, giving up.
The girl first pushed gently and then pulled the handle. And that was it. It opened with loud creak.
"You have to push it first, that's the trick" she said, adjusting the backpack on her shoulder. "You are new here" she stated rather than asked.
"Well, there's no denying it" I admitted, sticking out my hand. "Hira Begar" I introduced myself, shaking her hand.
"Claire Nuñez, nice to meet you." She grabbed my hand tighter when I tried to withdraw it. "And these are a lot of beautiful rings" I laughed, seeing how her eyes sparkled at the sight of golden jewelery. Some had stones, some didn't. They were all unique.
"These are souvenirs from all the trips I had. My father is an archaeologist, I had time to explore shops while he was discovering ancient artifacts and smiling at newspaper photos" I explained, clearly arousing the girl's interest.
The sharp sound of bell interrupted our conversation, heralding the beginning of class. I took a deep breath, tightening my hands on the handle of my linen bag.
"You must tell me more about it after classes. What do you have first?"
I reached into the back pocket of my wide jeans and looked at the carefully folded lesson plan.
"Mi primera lección es español, mi amiga" I didn't have the best accent, but I spoke the language fluently. My father and I spent almost three years in Spain, I had to learn it quickly.
Claire perked up. "It looks like we'll be in class together. Don't worry, the first day is always hard. But I'm sure you'll settle in quickly" she reassured and led me to the classroom.
Yes, that's what I'm afraid of. That thought crossed my mind like an irrittaing insect, but I quickly got rid of it. Gathering the courage to meet new people wasn't a big deal for me. After all, I had been doing it all my life.
A pleasant spark of excitement lit up my heart as I saw so many new faces. When I finished introducing myself to the class, I sat down in the only available seat. The second-to-last row by the window seemed like a good place to daydream throughout the lesson. Perfect spot.
The rest of the classes went by just like in any other school. Before I knew it, the whole day had passed. The final bell rang and I walked out of English class by Claire's side. It turned out that we had a lot in common - we both love learning. And eventually I managed to tame my locker. It was opening without any effort now.
"I'm organizing a sleepover this weekend. You wanna come over? " Claire asked, taking out some notebooks from her locker.
"Oh, I'd love to. If you don't mind, of course." I faced Mary and Darci, girls I had met earlier.
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Poor Thing || Trollhunters || Angor Rot
FanfictieLife does not spare Hira. She is only 17 years old and has already moved between five continents. Well, being the daughter of an outstanding archaeologist is a commitment. Fortunately, her father decided to settle permanently in a small town called...
