I See You ON HOLD INDEFINITELY

Tabitha and Tara-4

Tabitha, or Tabby as I was told to call her, was a very kind and cheerful girl. She showed me to my locker, H67, and then took me to my first period class, AP English with Mrs. Tate. I really enjoyed her company, however, I did not enjoy the company of her friend. She followed us, never letting Tabby out of her sight. She had a mean glare on her face and I got a terrible feeling from being near her. Something bad must have happened to her, the poor girl.

The unknown girl was pushed from my mind as I walked into my class, Tabby close behind me. Twenty-three pairs of eyes zeroed in on me as if I was some kind of criminal. Leaving me to fend for myself, Tabby made her way to her seat.

"You must be Holland," Mrs. Tate said. "Welcome to AP English. Take any empty seat you can find."

It was easier said than done. The class was rather full and the only open seat was nowhere near Tabby. Instead I was seated besides a boy with dark brown hair and glasses that cover his kind eyes. He introduced himself as Lawrence and said that if there was anything I needed help with, I was more than welcome to ask him for assistance. 

The class itself was pretty easy for an AP class. The students were helpful and kind, and we all seemed to get along. I never thought I'd make so many aquaintances in one day. Sarah will be happy to hear this. I know she was worried about me not getting along with others because of my problem. It's not the first time my issue has pushed people away from me. My grandmother couldn't take it, that's why she sent me away. She may have said that it was because of the fact that she was older and couldn't take care of me herself anymore, but I know the truth. Grandmother is scared of me. Who wouldn't be? It's not often that you meet someone who could do what I do. 

The next two classes were also with Tabby, and she showed me my way to Academic Biology and Geometry. Now, it was lunch, and I couldn't be happier. Actually using my brain all day has made me tired and hungry. The mysterious girl also tired me out, though, and I feel extremely emotionally drained. I can feel her staring at me right now, and it's distracting. My mood has greatly depleted since leaving class and I feel bad for anyone who has to talk to me right now. 

"This is the lunch room, you can sit with me." Tabby brought me out of my thoughts. I really need to ask her about the girl.