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Chapter One - This School Is Jam Packed With Assholes

Chapter One - This School Is Jam Packed With Assholes

You know that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you know something bad is about happen? That feeling of your stomach churning, paired with a racing heartbeat and sweaty palms? Well, multiply that about ten thousand and it still wouldn't equate to the feeling of complete and utter dread that plagues me in this very moment.

For anyone else this would be a completey normal, no-big-deal situation. For me, it's the apocalypse, the end of all times, Nutella has been discontinued, the world has ran out of resources, the biggest nuclear bomb is about explode and destroy all of America.

Why am so anxious and panicked you ask?

When I tell you this, I'd like you to keep in mind that I have crippling social anxiety and a brain that just loves to overreact and overthink things. Don't judge me, okay?

What's gotten me so riled up is the fact that I now have to find a seat in a cafeteria packed with people I've never met before, people who have the power to destroy my imaginary self esteem and to completely pulverize my high school experience worst than it already has been.

I mean I might as well be a mouse in a room filled with cats!

As I sheepishly make my way into the cafeteria with a trembling tray of food courtesy of my shaky hands, I spot a table of four girls sitting at the most pristine and well kempt table out of all the others, it's literally the only pastel pink table in the cafeteria while every other table is navy blue so it's kind of hard not to notice it.

One of the girls sitting at the table spots me and waves me over. I meekly walk over there, ignoring the stares and the possibility that my heart might actually burst right out of my chest.

What if they don't like me?

What if I accidentally throw up on one of them and it's obvious their pretty important, I could be labeled as the schools most disgusting girl and I haven't even been here for a day?

What if they know about that one time when I was ten and I peed myself when someone asked what my name was? What if they tell the entire school? I would just keel over and die!

Or what if I calmed down and made friends instead of freaking out like this every time someone tries to socialize with me?

Easier said than done.

"Hey, you're the new girl, Kole right?" One of the girls asks me as I sit down the opposite side of them. I nod and stare down at my food, trying my best to avoid all eye contact.

She flips her long brown hair over her shoulder and presses her freshly polished fingernails to her chest, "I'm Lizzie," she points to the girl with brown hair and the most   amazing blue eyes that's sitting to her left.

"That's Gen, she's a total slut," she leans over and whispers to me, Gen must've heard her because she jabs Lizzie in her side, they both laugh it off and Lizzie introduces me to the girl sitting to her right, apparently her name is Hayden. She doesn't seem to be the least bit interested in what's going on, her eyes are laser focused on her phone as her thumbs tap away at the screen.

"And that's... Whatever her name is. That's irrelevant at the moment," she gestures to the fourth girl sitting next to me, she laughs and rubs her arm, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. Are these her friends?