You're Mine, Angel

Chapter one

I puff out a breath of air while my feet crunch on the crisp autumn leaves littering the footpath. I unconsciously dig my gloved hands deeper into the confined pockets of my black coat, attempting to escape the mornings'chill. I pull my plum knitted beanie further down to cover my ears, its' matching scarf blowing lazily over my shoulder in the breeze. The grey sky threatens to spill it's rain, blocking any chance of sun.
'Brother' by Matt Corby plays in my ears while I think about the upcoming day. It's my first day at this school. Camden Secondary College. I'm not nervous. I've moved more times than I can count to be nervous anymore. But it's already halfway through second term and I'm a senior, so there's a lot more pressure than what there was back in middles school. I just want to pass by unnoticed while keeping my steady grades. I'm not planning on making friends. I'll be quiet. The silent kid avoiding attention.
I can't afford the distraction of being a socialite if I want to get into NYU. I want a scholarship, and they don't just give a scholarship out to anyone. Yeah, I'll be judged, but it's not like I'll be seeing any of them after school's done.

I wet my cracked lips as my newest school's iron gates and brick wall comes into view. It's definitely a sight to behold. The big oak trees tower around the school, their bare branches starkly framed against the dreary sky. Impressive but creepy. It's old red brick buildings remind me of the medieval times.

As I pass through the rusty gates, I see students milling into the school and relaxing on the front lawns.
I looked down to my converse, careful to avoid eye contact. I don't want to attract anyone.
I hear laughing, giggling, whispers and rumours spread around me. I feel eyes trail me, the new girl.
It's a small school in a small town, so I bet their last new kid is considered an old student by now. I know I'd be the talk of the school. Part of the gossip.
Students would wonder whether I'd be a girl or a boy. Boys hoping I turn out a hot girl while girls hoping I turn out a hot boy. I'm a girl. And I'm no different from the 300 other girls in the school. I'm normal. I wouldn't call myself necessarily ugly, but I'm definitely no Angelina Jolie.
I ignore the stares, walking straight up the steps and into the red brick building. The hallways are lined by rows of metal lockers and dimly lit by fluorescent lights.
There are a few students standing in the halls' cool air, and they glance at me as I walk past. The only time I look up is to follow the directions to the main office. I need to collect my timetable and locker number.
Finally, I come across a glass door with a sign that read 'main office administration'. Next to it was a bulletin board filled with posters and flyers for upcoming events. I push the door to the office open and walk into the carpeted room. The walls are painted an off-white colour and decorated with awards and certificates towards the school. There are a few waiting chairs lined up to the left of me, while a glass case holding trophies sits to the right. Straight ahead is the receptionist at her desk.

"Hi, my name's Adeline Parker. This is my first day here and I've come to pick up my time table and locker information..." I trailed off to the receptionist, fiddling with the ends of my coat.

She's a middle-aged woman with dirty blonde hair tied back in a neat bun. Black rimmed glasses frame her face, making her bright blue eyes stand out.

"Alright dear. Adeline, did you say? I'll just search you up...alright, there you are. Yep, Adeline Parker, 17 years of age and born in Maine. Here's your timetable and locker number," the receptionist smiles at me as she hands over my timetable.

"Thank you," I give her a small smile.

"Enjoy your first day!" She calls as I walk out the door.

As I step into the now fairly crowded hallway, I look down and read where my home room is. Room 771, east wing. My locker number is 782 -right outside that classroom. It's easy to find my way around since I studied a map of the school the night before.
I make my way upstairs to the easy wing, reading the locker numbers as I pass.