2. New Person

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I woke up today knowing I was scared for the whole year but I know I have to do this for my mom atleast. I get ready for school in a sparkly tank top a jean vest , silver boots, ripped shorts, with some silver triangle rings. I finished my hair and makeup just lightly. And whent down stairs for a little breakfast and run out the door.

In the car I blast my favorite music and sing to it. When I'm singing I start thinking of how this year might be different of course I'm scared but I am excited too. The drive seemed shorter than usual. When I get off the car I look around the campus and know that this year is going to be a good year.

I go to the office and get my lock for my locker and my schedule for the first semester. My locker is right in the middle of the school so it is nice and perfect area. I walk to Science and I talk to my teacher just for a little while. When the bell rings I take my seat in the middle of class. "Hi class. Today we have gotten new student Georgia. Georgia how but you stand up tell the class what you like to do." "Umm. Okay I love playing volleyball , basketball, volleyball, singing, dancing, and acting." " Nice, well then you can play volleyball this year." "Yeah I'm realy excited for that. My last school did not have sports." "Oh well that will change for you this year, now we have been going over volcanoes so lets begin."

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The class went by fast and it seemed easy. So I shouldhave a good year in science science. I walk to Math and I am already dreading it and I'm still in the hall. As I am being bumped around everywhere someone acidentally bumped me into but said sorry. "Sorry about. Hope it didm't hurt."

"Oh it's fine." Oh well I better hury or I'll be late. I barely get to class on time.

I go to my seat and the same guy I bumped into in the hall was in my class.

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The class was boring and carried on forever. But now it was a break so I just stood by my new locker organizing it and a girl came up to me.

"Hi I'm An you must be new here" well she seems nice maybe I actually made a friend.

"Hi I'm Georgia and yeah I am new." so this is going okay. I hope it stays like this.

"Oh well whats your next class, mine is Literature. Would you mind taking me there I don't know where it is."

"Oh yeah that is fine that's my next class. Wait what is your schedule . "I bring out my schedule .

"uUmmScience, Math,Literature, Lunch,Choir,Spanich,History, and P.E"

"Really tyhat is my schedule to that is so awesome you should eat lunch with me and my friends."

"Yeah okay" Yay friends.

"So are you happy hear so far?" That is a good question but I don't really know I mean I made a friend and that's better than my old school. Where I was just thrown to the ground. Everyday. I guess this is better.

"Yeah this so much better that my old school." This has truthfully been the best first day of school I have ever had.

"That is so good I am so happy for you."

When we finally get to literature I meet the teacher and everything goes smooth. I love writing so this should be fun. I guess if the teacher changes in middle of the year then I will hate it probablly.

It was time for us to do a short story so I finished super quickly talking about my life but no one will know it is me. Hopefully.

"Everyone will now read their short stories or what you have done of it."

No now everyone will here it I guess it is not so bad. But now people are going to think I am crazy. Because mine is about my pass. But all I need is them not guessing the story is about me. Then I am good.

"How about we let Georgia go first since she is new, it is okay if you did not finish it I only gave you 40 minutes."

"Umm okay."

" As I see them walk I cry to myself because I know that will never be me. She is just the person who gets everyone including the only perswon I wanted." I finish saying my story. I look in the corner and see Mrs.Thomas crying.

"Where did you get that inspiration from? It was so beautiful and so sad." Well now what do I say.

"Umm I don't really know I kind of just wrote it."

"Well is was amazing . Okay now who wants to compete with that." no one offers.

"Okay I guess you are all chicken. But okay. We don't havge time anyways so you guys may go to lunch early."

Once she said that I got my stuff and walked up to An.

"You ready for lunch. Because I am, I feel like I can eat a cow."

"Yeah me too I am starving." we walk to the canteen and it is filled with students because we still ended up being late since we went to aour lockers and the bathroom to clean up.

I take my food out of my bag and begin eating my salad.

"Oh so you are ine of those healthy girls?"

"No, not at all. I just like salads. I eat a lot and most of the time it is junk food. But I usually eat salads for lunch."

"Oh okay well it looks good. I just eat whatever." That pretty much sums me up too. I just always eat this because I don't wasnt to be called those crel names anymore. Because since then I have lost so many pounds and I had to regain the weight. But once I gained it bck he told me just to eat two snacks a day a salad and then a smoothie for lunch and dinner.

"Yeah I do that too, but I just love smoothies so it doesn't bother me." Which is only half the truth.

"Oh thats nice.." As the bell rings we all head over to our last classes. Yay it's almost time to go home. Then I can go to sleep and eat. The perfect night for my lonely depressed self. I just can't seam to not feel like that even though I tried to change that. Nothing seems to lift me up though I always feel like a piece of worthless crap. And that is all I am.

When I get to class the history teacher comes in too. He was nice so again this class should not be that bad either. This year looks like it is going to be good. I have a friend and really good teachers. I just really hope I can keep An as a friend.

The class ends and I grab all my stuff and walk into the hallway. I get a couple steps out and then I fall to the ground... great.

When I look up I see him again but better now. Wow this now really embarissing.

"Sorry. But hi I am..."




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