First Day of School

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My mother looked at me expectantly while I gulped down my orange juice.

"I can't believe you are already a junior in highschool," she said with those weird misty eyes.

I swear I could see tears. "Mom, chill." I put my dirty dishes in the sink and rinsed them.

"Better go get ready before you're late on your first day," mom said while feeding Lacey.

I ran up the stairs, two at a time. Walking into my room, my eyes landed on the clothes I choose last night. Black and white striped crop top, light-wash high waisted shorts, and my white high-top Converse.

I went easy with the makeup, just eyeliner, some mascara, concealer, and lip balm.

I grabbed my backpack and ran down the stairs. "Lets go dad," I yelled through his bathroom.

"Yeah, one minute Q-bear." I smiled at my nickname and walked outside.

It was a nice and sunny day for my first day in a new state. Washington weather was pretty nice and relaxing in the summer.

My dad ran out in jogging pants and Lacey on a leash.

"Where are you taking her?" I asked him.

"There's a nice park next to your school so decided that we could take a jog," he told me.

I climbed into the front seat, with Lacey in the back. I giggled as she licked my face. Good thing she didn't remember the creepy boy who was staring at us. I was up all night thinking about him.

- 10 minutes later -

We arrived at the school and my father pulled into the carpool lane.

Watkins High School was like any other highschool existing.

Kids milled around the front, waiting for the doors to open. The jocks, I would assume, threw a football back and forth.

My dad managed to get into a tight spot, and I got out.

"Good luck Q-bear!" he wished me as he opened the back window so i could say by to Lacey.

I waved goodbye to them and saw them pull out and drive away.

I turned around and stared at all the kids who were already socializing with each other.

I walked around, trying to find a place to sit. I found a bench near the doors, which was continent so I didn't have to run to the doors.

I pulled out my phone, plugged in my headphones. All Time Low played in my ears as I hummed to the rythm.

All of a sudden, I feel a hand land on my shoulder. I look up to find a girl about my age.

She had blonde hair and green eyes with speaks of gold in them. She wore ripped jeans with a Panic! At the Disco tank top.

"Hey," she told me. "Ya knew here?"

I look at her and replied.

"Yeah."

"My names Ashlee," she said.

"Quinice, but I go by Quin."

"That's a beautiful name. My parents named me boring old Ashlee."

I laughed and told Ashlee her name was also good.

She asked me what my classes were and I pulled out my schedule for her to look at.

"Oh good we have all our classes together except for Spanish," she said looking happy, "I take French."

I smiled at her and mentally yelling THANK YOU! in my mind. At least now I have somewhat of a new friend.

RING!!! RING!!! RING!!!

The bell rang and I gathered my stuff from the bench.

"Here follow me since we have the same homeroom," she told me as she walked ahead.

I followed and 1 minute later, after 2 flights of stairs, we ended up in Emglish.

I took a seat towards the middle and Ashlee got seated next to me.

"Ok so basically the teachers a big bitch so I wouldn't piss her off," Ashlee whispered.

"Haha okay I got it."

The teacher walked in with a dress and tights and her hair pulled up in a bun.

"Alright class, welcome and happy first day of school," she said looking at all of us, "I can see some familiar faces."

Her eyes landed on me. "Oh I see we have a new student."

My face went red as she called out my name.

"Quinice Rose Holland?" she asked me.

"Yes ma'am."

"My name is Ms. Moreno," she smiled at me.

Then the question came that I always hated.

"Why don't you tell us something about yourself," Ms. Moreno asked me.

"Um, my names Quninice but I go by Quin. I, uh, moved from New York with my family," I said, my face probably looking like a tomato.

I sat back down and I had a sudden feeling that someone was looking at me.

Wonder who was looking at her!!
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