It Always Happens To The Weird Ones

A New School; Part One

It's hard moving schools, and we all have our issues on the first day; getting lost, wrong class, no friends and above all, the pressure to make a good impression.
Leilani was a bubbly girl, blonde hair, blue-green eyes, quite thin, and with an average height. She was a typical 'girl-next-door'. Well, sort of. She had her quirks, her bad complexion, her accent but mostly her crippling awkwardness that got her into no ends of predicaments.

However, we start this story on the morning of her first day at this new school.

"Leilani!! Get up we are going to be late!!", she yelled, shouting for her daughter to get her lazy ass out of bed.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!", Leilani shouted, her voice muffled but with obvious annoyance.

Leilani rolled out of her bed sighing and quickly pulled on her brand new, spick and span uniform for the new school. It was the same old boring colours and before she got out the door she knew it would be covered in fluff from her pets. She quickly shoved the last of her things into her school bag and slung it over her shoulder.
Today she was determined to have a good day.

She trotted down the stairs, her headphones around her neck as usual and her iPod in her pocket, ready to be her excuse not to have to talk to people on the bus journey there. She greeted her mother and quickly ate breakfast, then followed her out the door in a rushed fashion. Her younger brother Chris was behind her, playing games on his iPod.
She would have to look after him for the bus ride.

They walked together in silent anticipation of what was coming, they were always the outcasts in the schools.
Even though they were full on English and nothing would change that, their accents were sadly that of a pure-bred American and it was annoying the amount of times they were asked 'Are you American?'.

She looked up at the approaching bus stop and smiled, they weren't late.
She took a moment to compose herself and then went straight to the nearby fence and leant on it, her headphones now firmly over her ears and her iPod's volume blocking out the world with 'Centuries' by Fall Out Boy. She thanked God that she had that wonderful little machine.

After about ten minutes, the bus came around the corner and she frantically searched for her bus pass.

It's here somewhere!

She thought to herself in a panic, the others boarding the bus and her mothers angry glare piercing her soul.

Great. I messed up getting on the damn bus.

She gave a look of apology to her mother and quietly told the bus driver her issue with the bus pass. An angel must have been on her shoulder because she was continuously getting saved. The bus driver let her on and she immediately sat with her brother in the most secluded place they could get where questions wouldn't be asked.
She heard murmurs already, hearing 'new kids' and 'weird' out of the rushed whispers and running mouths of the over-make-upped girly girls and the hair-gelled-back playboys that she would have to endure.

This was going to be a long bus ride.