Chapter Two

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September 2nd

Hey diary,

So, today's the day I start at Oakridge High School, Pennsylvania. And for the first time in my life, I was excited for school. For the first time in my life I could not wait to walk down the halls of high school. Because today, I knew that people would be staring at me with good reason. For once, they wouldn't be staring at Alyssa Roberts, certified geek. They'd be staring at the new girl, who seems kind of cool. They'd be staring at the new girl with the pink hair, big boobs and killer style.

I'd deliberated for a long time about what I was going to wear today. It needed to be cute, that goes without saying. But I knew that one of my targets today was to scope out a boy, preferably the most popular boy in school, and make him fall in love with me. I wanted to make him fall so hard that when I broke his heart, just like Johnathan did mine, it would smash into a million pieces – and all the popular people at this school would know exactly what hit them. In the end I settled for a stripy black and white t-shirt, tight fitting of course, underneath a black pinafore style dress. I matched this with black booties and a white pleather rucksack.

Before I left my house I took a look in the mirror. I couldn't quite believe what I saw. I imagined the girl in front of me walking down the corridors of my old high school. This girl was cool. I would have avoided eye contact with this girl if I'd seen her go past my locker. I took a deep breath as I appreciated that this girl was me. This was the new me I was staring at. I felt confident. And I knew that I would make the best first impression today.

As I grabbed a banana and slice of toast to go from the kitchen, I said goodbye to my mom. She took a look at me before I left and I could tell she was surprised. Standing before her was the culmination of a whole summer's worth of effort, and she could see how happy it had made me. 'You look great, sweetie.' She said as I picked up my car keys and headed towards the door.

'Thanks mom.' I smiled from ear to ear. 'I love you.'

'Love you too, have a great first day! I can't wait to hear all about it.'

'I will.' I called as I slammed the door behind me.

As I walked towards my car I could already feel myself oozing confidence. I walked with sass, it was a far cry from the timid shuffle I'd perfected for the most of my life. I loved my car. It was a little red bug that used to be my brother's. But since he went to college a few weeks ago, now it was mine. The perfect popular girl accessory to go to school in.

I plunked my bag in the passenger seat, put on the radio and drove to my new school – my new life. I had practiced the drive a couple of times over summer. I'd had to go to the school a few times to pick up timetables and books for the upcoming year. This was good as it meant that I knew where I was going and where to park, and I didn't have to look lost as I tried to figure it out.

As I pulled up to the car park, Fifth Harmony blaring out of my speakers, I began to look around at the people I was going to be spending the next year with. It suddenly hit me that no one was alone. Everyone was walking around in their little cliques and groups. They'd already made their friends. It struck me that just walking into a new school with a cute look and a cool car wasn't going to just grant me immediate entry into the popular crowd. They weren't going to act extremely kindly to some girl showing up and trying to worm her way in. Shit, I thought. What the hell was I doing?

I walked towards the school, my confidence faltering as I was swarmed by the hundreds of students doing the same thing. I knew I had to get to room 205 but I had no idea where it was. A lady at the front desk had given me brief directions when I picked up my timetable but with all these people I suddenly felt lost. I tried to reassure myself. I was confident now, and hot. I just needed to walk right up to someone and ask where the room was. But it was so much easier said than done.

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