First day of my new High School and I was so pumped. I watched many shows, mostly about the new girl in school, and how she becomes the girlfriend of some hot jock or sexy rebellious boy. I was ready for that. I rehearsed lines on what I’m going to say, and how I’m going to approach the different types of personas.
The emo group for example, they like rock and hurtful stuff, so all I have to do is fake pain and talk about different rock bands that I never listen to. The cheer squad likes heels, and pink and anything that deals with expensive designer clothes. Thanks to the Kardashians, I could talk money. The chess club is least likable in the schools so, I could be just like everyone else and hate chess, although I am a chess legend. I got everything under control. The only thing that might mess me up was my car. The popular kids always ride Mercedes and Lamborghinis and, well, you know, rich kid rides. I had some buggy looking car. It was rusty and old and beat up. I knew the money crisis my parents were in, so I never nagged them about getting a new car.
To save the humiliation, I parked my car at least two blocks away from school. I made sure everything was intact before I left off.
“Deep breaths Jena, deep breaths” I told myself. “New school, new people, new life, make use of it”
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“Here are your class schedules, your locker key and Heather here is going to be your tour guide” Mrs. Mallory told me. She was the secretary, and a really kind one to.
“Thank you”
I stepped out the office with my class schedule and locker key. Heather wasn’t too thrilled to guide me around the school.
“So, aren’t you going to show me around?” I said with a confused look on my face.
“This isn’t day care prick. I think you can handle it all by yourself.” She said coldly and off she went down the hall.
Oh Kay then, must be that time of the month. I don’t even know what I said and someone already dislikes me. I didn’t want to bother the secretary, so I was on my own. I think it was first period already, so everyone was in their classes, except for me.
I have had a tough time looking for my morning period class, music. But it wasn’t had to find when I heard singing and instruments being played. As soon as I opened the door, the bell for second period rang.
“Seriously!” I yelled at myself.
“How nice of you to join. I’m taking you’re Jena Sparks? Please have a seat”
“But, isn’t this period over?” I questioned.
“First period has been extended into second period. Uh, because of important meeting with second period teachers. Now please, be seated”
I looked over to the seats. I saw one was empty but was occupied by someone’s purse. So, you know, I needed to move it so I can sit, and so I did.
“Um, what are you doing” the girl said in an annoying ‘to-hot-for-you-dumb-bimbo’ voice. You know that annoying high pitched voice that flawless girls always use to think they’re better than you? Yep, that exact one.
“I need to sit.” I said obviously.
“That seat is occupied. And take your poor, filthy hands off my expensive purse” and she snatched her ‘expensive’ leather purse from me and placed it back on the seat. Now, everyone was watching.
“Excuse me, Miss Sparks, is something wrong?” the teacher asked noticing.
“Yes sir, she is touching my purse. I’m sure she dipped her hand in it” the bimbo said.
