I thought "Here we go again".
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I looked up at what I knew awaited me. "Watch where your going, idiot!" A voice shouted. When my head was fully lifted, a girl stood before me with 2 other girls eyeing me like I was some trash. "I'm sorry" I quietly said staring at the floor. But I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Especially on my first day because I would look like a weakling. No! So I forced my head up to face her.
The girl that I was now staring at in fear had straight blond hair, gorgeous blue eyes, the most flutteriest eyelashes I have encountered in my life (which I think are fake!) And she had curves. I mean I don't know what that looks like to you, but I knew I was dead. And I was now certain that she was my next reason to transfer schools again.
As I was caught up in my thoughts, she snapped her finger right in front of my face. This action made me very angry, so I thought in a sassy manner: 'Girl, if is she didn't have that back up I would have gone awoll on her face!' I shook my head to focus on the problem I was currently stuck in.
Just as she was about to yell at me, the school bell rang for the beginning of school. I thought: THANK YOU GOD! Within a blink of an eye, I shoved my books in my locker and ran for it. Not looking back. But as I was running away I heard an angry voice behind me scream, "This isn't over new girl!"
When I knew I was a safe distance away, I stopped without a clue. Where to go. Remember I'm new. Suddenly my arm was yanked and pulled into a class room within a second.
As we entered every eye was on me, while the person who yanked me quickly sat down whilst saying, "sorry I'm late".
"Goodmorning class", the teacher continued, she then turned to me and spoke, "Hello and you must be Dove Baker?" She said in a statement/question manner. "Yes." I replied standing dead on the spot, nervous to the fullest extent.
"Welcome to Chester High. I will be your French teacher for the semester. Please, tell us a little bit about yourself Dove." She said kindly.
Ohhh no I thought; I might screw this up, just like I mess up everything else. I approached her desk, then turned slowly to face 25 faces staring straight at me. I think I'm going to have an anxiety attack. I took one huge breath and began:"Hello" I hesitated, "My name is Dove Baker. I am 16 years old. I come from Australia and live with my parents Anne and Max Baker. This is my first time in America." I then looked at the teacher to show I had nothing more to say.
"Thank you Dove. Can you please sit next to Kenneth over there? That will be your seat for the semester." She ordered sweetly. "Well once again, goodmorning class or bonjour. My name is Ms. Clairoue. Je m'appelle madmousel Clairoue. I will be your French teacher for the year
Today we didn't have home room because the home room teacher is sick." She said in a fresh accident.
All the lessons went by very quickly until 6th period. The Bell rang. It was finally time for recess. Everybody rushed out, to be the first in the food queue. I patiently waited until the classroom was completely empty, then I stood up slowly and forced my self to the cafeteria.
I was in the line queue for my food when I spotted the girl from the hallway. I quickly tured my head the opposite direction and covered my head with the dark green tray that was in my hand. After successfully getting my food without being seen by the mean girl, I scanned the room trying to find somewhere I could sit alone. There were groups of gossipers, jocks, cheerleaders, nerds/geeks (which I thought I belonged in but didn't go to) and just plain wierdos.
I finally found a small bench at the far corner of the room which faced the window of the cafeteria. I walked hastily and sat down placing my bag next to my bench. As I opened my sandwich, I saw a shadow if front of me, on the bench I was sitting on, as the sun shone into the window. Now I was scared for real!
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Authors notes:
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