Chapter 2: The New Girl

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As I walk closer and closer to the school gates, the more nervous I become. Will I be a nobody with no friends, a nobody with some friends, a somebody to everyone or to only my friends. If I will have any. As I walk in the school doors everyone stops their own doings and stares at the new girl, also known as me.

So as everyone stares, I notice one person doesn't notice me. He's reading a book, and the group he's with notices me. I wonder if he even cares. Maybe he's just trying to be different, but then one of his group members tap him on his shoulder and points me out. Then all I do is see his face and he see mine looking at him.

So then the Bell rings and everyone goes back to their lives. Then I think " so much for a first impression. Then I walk in to the girls restrooms and I go into a stall and lock my self in it and cry. I just think of how embarrassing it was for people to just stare at me, especially that guy that had book in his hands. So then I wait for everyone to leave the hallway and go to my locker and take off my tight black flats and sit on the floor and cry.

As I cry I hear footsteps. Then I pray it's not a teacher, but it was worse. The guy with the book stands in front of me. All I do is keep my head down, so all I see are his dark red Convers. Then he says "hey, um, so your new right", then I say nothing. Then he speaks again saying "so your the shy type, I get it". Then he sits next to me while I try not to cry more than I am.

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