The new girl.

1.

I rush through the crowded corridors of my new school, full of anxiety and energy.
All these new faces that I've never seen before, just making me worse. I take deep breathe in as I tell myself "I'm okay."
Even though I know I'm okay, I don't feel it at all. I feel like I could break into a full on panic attack right now, in this moment.
"Please Jessica, no panic attack today. Not on your first day. Don't let people see this side of you, not on your first day." I whisper to myself as I pace to find the girls bathroom.

I spot a sign in the distance and I sigh with relief, the bathroom is just over there. I can make it to there at least. The corridor still crowed with people, I barge past them all.
Just as I'm about to push open the door, the door swings open and a girl barges into me.

What the hell? Was that an accident?

"Oh my god! I am so sorry." The girl cries out as she places her hand on my shoulder.
I smile awkwardly, "That's okay, it was my fault." I tell her, but she insists that it was her fault.
I mean, I guess it was her fault but I can't accuse someone of something on my first day. I don't want to be hated, just yet.

"Hey?" She smiles, with a slight confused face, "are you new? I don't seem to recognise you." She asks.
"Y-yeah.. I just m-moved here from America." I tell her, stuttering.
"What!! No way?" She shouts, covering her mouth with her hands, shocked.
I raise an eyebrow confused.
"Why on earth would you come to England?!" She asks.
"Oh.. Erm.." I stutter, unsure on what to tell her.

Do I tell her the truth? Someone I don't even know the truth?
I think not.
Not now anyway, for all I know she could be a total bitch.

Well, it's not like I can tell her that my parents got divorced because my father cheated on my mother with her sister, my own auntie and that my mother wanted to get as far away from him as possible. Just me and my mom, oh and my little sister, kayla. We do have family members here, luckily. So we aren't all on our own.

"My mom wanted to move over here." I make up.
"Ohh. Wasn't America nice?" She asks.
"Yeah... But, she wanted a change, you know?"
"I totally understand. I wish I could go to America." She laughs, taking my arm and walking me away from the bathroom.

I stop suddenly when I see the crowd of people again.

"What's wrong? Oh no!" She sighs, "you didn't want to go to the bathroom did you?! Like you don't need to pee right? We could go back to the bathroom if you want? I'm so sorry! " She continues.
"no, no. It's fine." I laugh, "I just.. Didn't know where to go."
"Oh yeah, right. So, do you want me to help you? Maybe show you to your classrooms?"
"Sure. That would be great help. Thank you." I smile as she drags me through the crowd.

"My name is Emily, by the way!" She shouts to me as we are surrounded by bodies rushing around like maniacs.