The Silent Sorrow (GirlxGirl)

1. Jamie!

The hardest part about starting a new school is finding classes. I mean, I have been walking around the hallways like a maniac. Damn mom for taking that job at the hospital. Not that I mind, but going to the same high school with your cousin that talks too much that my ear goes numb, is not fun and not healthy for my hearing. But right now, it would have been nice if, Andrea was here to tell me where to move my legs. Every door is red, but different numbers. I can't find mine, which is 204. I think I am in the wrong hall. Since I only see the number hundredth.

"Dammit." I growl in frustration.

Ten minutes later and aching legs I finally found it. I take a deep breath, calming my nerves before knocking on the door and step in. Yeah, that was for those few seconds of trying to relax my beating heart. I stumble over to the teacher with my shaky legs as I feel all eyes on me. The old women watch me annoyed for interrupting her class, and it makes my hand shake even more as I reach her the note.

I look around the class; there are brown eyes, green eyes and blue eyes watching me, but most of all. The girl in the back is staring at me. I can't see her eye color from here, but she looks at me intently. What I mean is that she does not seem angry, but just simply tense and scary.

Most of all she does not look away as I meet her eyes. Confident that girl. I am not saying that she seems like someone that would pick on me. She has a handsome face if that is the right way to explain it. Her blond hair is up in a tight ponytail, so I can see her face clearly. Her lips are full and she has strong cheekbones. It's not just her cheekbones that looks strong. She is well built, in a nice way. I hope she is not on the soccer team. She would run over me and not notice what hit her.

"Okay," The teacher says. Waking me up and I watch her with a kind smile.

"This is Jamie Allen," I smile of the old women's words as I try to look around the classroom.

"She is new and," She waves her hand as she sits down in her chair.

"You know the drill." She says and now I am unsure, because she simply don't care. Can't blame her though, she has probably been here for years. I move my shaky legs and sit down in the middle of the class.

It's been a while since I sat down and I try to listen to the teacher, but I am still nervous about the rest of the day. Where to go, where to sit under lunch and how to get rid of my babbling cousin, Andrea. We live next to them (thanks to mom) and she comes over all the time, just to tell me something. Yesterday, she came just to inform me that I could ask her for anything at school. Not like she has said that like five times before that. I don't hate her, but she really goes on my nerves.

I am standing in front of my locker, listening to my annoying cousin. Complaining about one of her teachers, which is no use to tell me since I have only been here for a half a day. Andrea is playing with her blond hair, while her mouth is creating words too fast for my brain to catch. I wish I didn't have a brain right now, but that would make me sound like her. Oh, god, I'm terrible. My eyes land on the girl that was staring at me today. She is further down the hall, looking through her locker. I don't know why my eyes have to look at her. It might be my curiosity; I like mysterious things and people. Now I realize how tall and strong she really is. If I stood next to her, she would be more than just a head taller. I might be a little short compared to others, but I don't really care.

"Jamie!" I jump, because of Andrea shouting at me. She seems very annoyed, by me not listening. Then she narrow her eyes, confused as she turns around. Oh, no. She looks at me again with widened eyes as she grabs my arm.

"Hey!" I yell as she starts dragging me after her away from the view of the taller girl.

"Why are you staring at her?" Andrea asks nervously, and irritated as we keep on walking down the hallway. Her grip around my arm is hurtful.