I walk home from school, going over the day's events in my head. My black boots hit the dried, crinkled leaves making them crunch with every step. Today was just another normal day. I went to school wearing my usual outfit (black boots, black skinny jeans with ripped holes at the knees and the thighs, a black tank top with lace at the collarbone, and to top it off black eyeliner and eyeshadow), got made fun of for being myself, sat alone at lunch barely eating anything, and not talking to anyone.
I wish I had one friend, I think to myself. Just one friend who I could talk with, laugh with, eat lunch and walk to classes with. Just one. I probably would have a friend if I liked anyone here. But everyone at my school was the same, like clones of each other. All the boys liked lacrosse, were jerks, and had the same shaggy dirty-blonde hair. All the girls loved feild hockey, had shoulder-length blonde hair, and acted like they were better than everyone. They all made me sick.
I walk in my house, letting the smell of apple-scented febreze fill my head. I saw my mom standing at the sink, washing dishes.
"Honey guess what?" she said in a sweet voice with out turning her head to look at me.
"What?" I ask hopefully. Mabye we're moving. Mabye dad's coming back. Mabye I'm being homeschooled. The possibilities scroll through my head like school cancellations on a news channel.
" A new family moved in today. There right across the street. They have a daughter in your grade. You two can be friends!"
"Oh." I tried to hide the dissapointment in my voice. Great. another typical girl at my school. The only difference is she's going to live next to me so she can tease me all the time.
"Why don't you go introduce yourself?" Mom asked.
"I have a lot of homework." I groan. I know it's wrong, but I really don't want to go over there.
"Go!" Mom orders. I drop my backpack on the black and white tiled floor and exit the house. The house they moved into is easy to spot. Partly because there's a huge moving van parked in front of it.
I walk up the sidewalk leading to her house and ring the doorbell. A girl my age opens the door. I can't beleive my eyes. this girl looks nothing like the typical girl at my school. It was like loking in a mirror. She was wearing black skinny jeans and a black tank top. She was wearing black eye makeup.
"Um, yes?" she said to me in a feeble voice, barely audible over the wind.
"My name's Haley." I say to her, extending a hand. "And I'm your new neighbor." She shakes my hand and smile. And I smile too, for the first time in a long time. And finally, I think I will have a friend.
