Barely Breathing

Chapter Three: Who Are You??

 I walk into the large building that is now going to be my High School. I practice what my psychologist Nancy told me to do when I get nervous, breath in, breath out. I walk up the two flights of stairs to the main entrance to the school; breathe in, breathe out. I walk past of cheerleaders who are talking about how skinny I am, how I look like I just returned from an extended stay at an Holocaust Camp; breathe in, breathe out. A group of boys start commenting as well, I can't look them in their eyes, I keep walking until I reach the doorway and pull the door until I hear the latch click; breathe in, breathe out. I still feel the eyes on me but I keep walking towards the front office, the Secretary  called me yesterday afternoon and told me I need to meet with her before I go to any of my classes. I hope no one stares.

 When I reach the room I look around, my old school, St. Mary's Catholic School For Girls, was more plain with their decor. This school has all sorts of color and odd things, it's strange. The lady behind the large desk in the middle of the room starts walking towards me, she looks at me like I am a ghost or something. I just smile at her and twiddle my thumbs until she is done looking at the freak show. After about two minutes of her eyeing me and me looking away feeling uncomfortable, she speaks.

 " Hello, you must be Presley." she says in a low tone of voice, almost squeaky. Like I frightened her.

 " Yes ma'am." I reply slowly, trying to sound more confident then I really felt at the moment. I hate meeting people.

 "Well, lets get you settled shall we?" she said motioning for me to sit in the seat next to her. I take the hint and walk in neck with her to the empty seat. It was old leather, it made weird noises that the real me would have laughed at if I had the chance, the new me told me to be quiet. She spent about twenty minutes of my first period telling me about the school, its history, lunch, my teachers, and anything else I might want to know. She wasted my time. When she finally finished she stood up to hug me but mid hug she let go, she probably felt weird feeling my bone against her loose flesh.

 "Would you like a candy bar dear?" she asked handing me a large wooden box filled with King Sized candy bars. Of coarse I do

:: Fat :: Stupid :: Ugly :: Weak :: Loser :: Worthless ::

 "No thanks." I say reaching for my bag, hunger is good, bones are good. 

 "Are you sure?" she says eyeing me again.

 "Yeah! I had a large breakfast." I lied.

 "Well alright! Go and head to class!" why is she so excited?

 "Okay!!!" I yell practically running out of the door, away from the smell of the melting chocolate bars. In doing so I ran into a boy. "Sorry!" I screech as I hit him bare in the chest.

 "Its Okay." he says grabbing my arms balancing me out. He stared into my eyes, I felt like he staring at the real me. Not the being on the outside of my soul. He had piercing blue eyes, and a smile that could cure cancer. He is breathe taking, better looking than any man I have ever seen in my life.

 "No, really, my bad." I say tripping over my words. He stares at me for a moment more then realizes that he is still holding me, he slowly lets go.

 "Hi,I haven't seen you here before." he says smiling shyly. I don't know why he is acting so shy, he gorgeous.

 "Yeah, today is my first day here." I say with a sly smile. I feel so stupid.

 "Well since your new, can I do you the honor of walking you to class? I smirk and look around, this has to be a joke.

 " I guess, if you want to of coarse." I say, still looking for a large group of boys to come out and start making fun of me for being so stupid.

 "It would be my honor. I didn't catch you name." he says grabbing my arm forcefully and leading me towards the end of the hallway. He doesn't even know my schedule. 

 "Um... Presley." I say looking around as he drags me down the hallway, whats wrong with him? "Yours?"

 "Niall." he says confidently as he stops in front of a large door.

 "Well Niall, can you tell me what we are doing?" I say pointing to the door.

 "You have drama first right?" I eyeball him and reach down in my bag for my schedule, he was right. 

 "How did you know?" I look at him with an amount of curiosity I have never seen.

 "You seemed like the acting type." he says with a smile.

 Who is he?