My name is Isabella

Chapter 2

      It took me almost 20 minutes, but I finally found my classroom. I walked up to the door, and had a mini panic attack. This was my chance for a new life.
       I take out my phone and check myself in the mirror. My long, bright blonde hair was in a messy bun. I did it in a rush this morning, but it looked fine. I shut my phone off and looked at my clothes. It's a shame that this school has uniforms. I feel so plain.
       It took me a moment, but I walked in. I immediately regretted it.

      The classroom was big and the walls were a strong white. Around 30 pairs of eyes were staring at me with judge mental looks. Finally, the teacher said something. "Hi, you must be Isabella." she said with a smile. Her skin was tight and covered in makeup. She had definitely had many plastic surgeries in her past.
          "Ya." I say. "Class." the teacher says, "This is our new student, Isabella." A few girls in the class smile. "My names Isabella!" said one girl. "So is mine." said another. I just smiled and nodded. I hate when other people have my name.
          "Girls, calm down." The teacher says, "Hi Isabella, I am Mrs. Johnson, and welcome to our 6th grade class!" "Thanks." I say with a closed smile. "Why don't you go sit down next to Sydney and Cassidy." She says pointing to two girls in the second row. They're wearing a lot of makeup, expensive Tiffany jewelry, and Prada.
         Before I could judge them anymore, I sit down on the desk next to the girl I believe is Cassidy. She has short, silky black hair and huge hoop earrings. The girl next to her, Sydney, has blonde hair and makeup that doesn't go with her skin.
          "Hi." I say in a whisper. "Hey." Sydney and Cassidy say in unison, "Can I call you Izz?" Sydney asks. "Sure." I say. "You can call me Syd, and you can call her Cassie." Syd says. "Ok, I will." I say with an affectionate look.
           "So class." Says Mrs. Johnson,"You may have gotten the email, but we are halving a school dance this Friday." The class claps. That's a strange way for 12 year olds to show excitement. "Isabella, I know your new but this will be a great way to make friends.
        "Ok, so, now that you all know, let's talk about the dress code." Mrs. Johnson says. I can't believe there's a dress code for a dance. I'm not used to private schools. "It's semi-formal so girls wear dresses or skirts and boys wear nice dress shirts and pants. Any questions?"
            Cassidy raises her hand,"can we bring dates?" She asks. "Yes you may." Says Mrs. Johnson. Anymore questions?" Nobody raises their hand
          After a few more dance rules, she starts teaching. I space out. A school dance. Will someone ask me to go with me them?