One week later...
"Welcome to Preston's high!" A pale girl with long silver hair cheers.
A friendly smile makes it's way upon my lips.
She holds out her perfectly manicured hands for me to shake which I do.
"My name is Samantha but you can call me Sam." She chuckles, "No seriously call me Sam I hate the name Samantha...and you?"
"I'm Beatrice but you can call me Bea for short."
"Cute name." She compliments before letting go of my hand.
I nod and head to the office to get my locker number and code.
I make my way past Sam and down the short hall.
I feel a shoulder bump into mine forcefully. I quickly turn to face a guy with caramel skin completion and looked right into his dreamy brown eyes with such fear.
I back up into the wall and he follows, hovering over me with his hand on the wall.
Which is nothing new. I'm 5'5 and everyone in my old school was basically taller than me.
His black hair hangs down one of his brown eyes as he leans in to my height.
"Watch it bitch!" He growls.
His anger not hidden in his accent what so ever.
"I'm sorry." I reply right away.
I guess he accepts my apology since he pushes himself off the the wall and walks away.
Great. Didn't even get to get my locker combination and I already got called a bitch.
Now I know to stay away from him.
With a long sigh, I continue to the office.
...
The school is really big honestly. It's bigger than my other school. It has about four floors and two buildings.
I guess one building is academic and the other is for extra activities and clubs. That's what the lady from the office told me at least.
It's a really good idea if you ask me.
This school is so bright with it's yellow and green tile walls at the entrance and the activity building.
"Oh there's a new student?" A grey haired man asks as I enter the room.
I look around to see a bunch of eyes on me.
"I didn't get the email." He mumble, scrambling on his computer.
After a few seconds of silents while the teacher glares at the computer, he stands up straight with his hand on his hip.
"Well..go on and introduce yourself then honey. What's your name?"
"Beatrice."
"And what made you come to this school?"
I look around and see that no one is paying attention.
Why is he asking questions when no one cares? Plus that's something I cannot talk about.
"Umm..I got bored of my old school." I shrug.
A whole hearted smile makes it's way on the teachers face,"Well I'm glad you decided to come to Preston's high. I'm sure you won't regret it."
He holds his arm out in the direction of an empty desk, signaling to take a seat.
I follow his silent order, "Thank you."
I can already tell that today is going to be an interesting day.
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Fanfiction16 year old Beatrice Hunter has started a new life in hopes to run away from her past that happened in her previous school. She was 100% sure that her past was save an no one would be able to find out. Unfortunately, Juwany Roman finds out this deep...