Preface
I sit at my lunch table looking out at all my fellow classmate for the last time; tomorrow I will be starting fresh at Tipp High School in Ohio. As I sit here looking at everyone, no one looks back; no one has the sad look on his or her face that says I will miss you. No one.
This is life for me as the loner girl in school. I'm seventeen years old, I have no friends, and I have never been kissed by a boy. Pathetic.
I pick at my cheese sticks - a specialty at my school - and try to imagine my upcoming school days. I'm about one month into my senior year in high school and very much excited for it all to be over and for college to start. Maybe the change of schools is what I need; maybe I just need a new group of people to judge me differently. Hopefully.
Chapter One: Week One
I walk through the doors to THS and look around. Damn this school is huge! Every inch of wall space is covered by rows and rows of lockers. Standing next to those lockers are teenagers of all shapes and sizes. Fat, skinny, tall, short, you name it and this school has got it! I notice a few couples standing around making out and am immediately grossed out and turn left into the office to get my schedule.
I walk in and am immediately hit with the scent of lilacs. I start coughing and the lady behind the huge desk at the center of the room looks at me oddly.
"Sorry. Allergies," I say innocently and continue on to ask her for my schedule.
"Here you go Brandi, this is your full class schedule which includes a small map to each of your classes," she says and then proceeds to highlight the quickest route to each class in seven different brightly colored highlighters.
"Thanks Mrs.... Um..."
"Ferguson."
"Yes, thanks Mrs. Ferguson."
"You're welcome. And have a great first day!"
With that I walked out of the office and down the hallway highlighted in purple, which indicated it, was the correct route to first period honors English 12.
As I walk into the classroom every head turns to look at me. Eyes widen. Shit. Do I still really look that horrible to everyone?
"Hi! I'm guessing your Ms. Hughes?" says the young male teacher at the front of the room.
"Yes, I'm Brandi," I say self-consciously.
"Well good to meet you Brandi!" he says a little too enthusiastic, "Why don't you take the desk next to Bryan Drescott."
Of course he points to the desk directly next to the cutest boy in the room, who just smiles at me. I awkwardly go to sit next to him and shift my body so that I won't have to see when he starts making fun of me.
"Um... hi," I hear someone say from beside me and I turn to look at him.
"Uh..." was all I could get out because I was amazed to see Bryan, the boy sitting next to me, was the one talking to me.
"Haha, my name is Bryan," he smiles hugely.
I can only nod.
He laughs again, "Do you have a name?"
"Br-Brandi," I reply almost silently.
"Well welcome to Tipp High Brandi," he says and then turns to face the front of the classroom because Mr. Kale - I figured out that was his name from my class schedule - began to talk.
We are assigned to read Wuthering Heights for our in class book assignment. Since I read it sophomore year on my own, I'm not one bit worried about this class for the next few weeks.
