Dancing in the Dark

Stressed Out

                                          
                               I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
                              But now I'm insecure and I care what people think.

                               My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think.
                               My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think.

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"Where's room A3?" Lydia muttered to herself, the only person in the hallway. She was pissed. She went to the principle's office to get directions, but, he wasn't there of course.

So, she was just roaming the halls, and looking like a dimwit. Damn.

Her body then stumbled back as she bumped into something, or someone. Her bag fell to the ground, luckily none of her books falling out.

"Ow!" she hissed, as her ankle was in a weird position. She looked up to see another girl rubbing her head, some books scattered beside her. She gasped. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there, are you–"

Lydia began rambling on, but the girl just laughed slightly. She stopped talking and raised an eyebrow.

"It's cool, you didn't see me, it's fine," the girl with short brown hair said. She stood up and held her hand out to the ginger. She grabbed her hand and she hoisted herself up.

She began picking up her books, and she held her books close to her chest.

"You ok?" she asked, her voice friendly. "Are you hurt?"

Lydia picked up her bag and threw it around her shoulder again. "Yeah, are you?"

She smiled. "I'm not bleeding, am I?" her voice sarcastic.

"I guess not," she shrugged. "Sorry, again, but what's your name?" she asked

The girl looked like she was daydreaming and she snapped out of her thoughts. "Oh! My name is Shelley," she held her hand out.

She gripped her arm and gave it a good shake. "Lydia," she smiled softly.

She seems nice...

"So, um, it looks like your confused," Shelley indicated the hallways around them. Lydia realized she still needed to get to class.

"Crap! I need to get to history class!" Lydia shouted frantically. She knew her first period was almost over, and the teacher's wondering where she was on her first day.

"Oh your looking for room A3?" she asked. She then waved a hand to motion her to follow her new friend. "Follow me and I'll show you where to go."

Lydia thought this day was becoming better...

"Alright then," she smiled her plump rose lips. As they both walked down the hallways.
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First period was halfway, over, meaning Lydia could get all settled in the class.

Everyone went to their lockers to get their books for their next class. Lydia and Shelley stranded by the history  room. A3.

"Thanks so much," Lydia sighed in relief. "If I hadn't bump into you, I would've been lost still."

Shelley smiled. "No problem, I can tell your new here."

Lydia giggled and her hair came in her eyes. "Obviously," she rolled her eyes playfully. "So, I guess you need to get to your own class."

Shelley shook her head. "Nope, this is next class, so your in luck," she chirped.

Lydia smiled. "Awesome! Great," she felt so happy now. She knew someone that was in her class. So this was going to be a great first day.

They then entered the room, some kids getting settled by their desks. Shelley and Lydia both sat down beside each other and brought their books out. The teacher closed the door, and he looked to face his class.

"Hello students, I'd like to introduce you to our new student, Lydia Martin," the history teacher said, pointing to Lydia.

She smiled softly as some people waved or stared at her.

"Ok, now open your textbooks to page..." He trailed on, listing all these different pages for them to read and write about. Lydia slightly turned pale with so much work she was about to piled up with.

"Great." she muttered sourly to herself.

                             Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
                     When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
                                Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
                       When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.

                                                        We're stressed out.

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