Chapter 5: first day drama

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Chapter 5

First day, first day here I come, I mentally sang to myself, tapping my hand against my thigh and bobbing my head. I've never been good at hiding my nerves, and I'm sure to any bystander I look like someone that should be in a crazy home. I saw the school coming up ahead of me and I suddenly felt overwhelmed by the large buildings. People steamed in and out of the front and side doors, some standing in groups on the dried brown grass out front. Today I had decided to were a simple black, high wasted skirt with a purple tank top and a pair of grey converse. I lifted a hand to shield my eyes from the sun. I was getting closer and closer to the school by the second and my heart started to beat faster. As I walked up the front steps I felt peoples curious steers, as I pulled open the large double door and welcomed the blast of cold air that hit me. Now... Which way is my home room again?

After 7 long minutes of trying to find my home room, I finally found it. Of corse I had walked pass it at least three times and still didn't see it. I stood in front of the door clearly labeled 17B. Well here goes nothing. I twisted the slightly rusted door handle, giving it a small push. It turned out I have more muscle than I thought, as the door swung open and hit the blue wall behind it with a loud bang. Nice going Tyla, what a great first impression. I felt my cheeks heat up and looked at my feet feeling embarrassed. I glanced up, peering through my freshly massacred eyelashes. Everyone stared at me with looks of shock and surprise. By the looks on there faces they probably thought I was a serial killer, because of my lovely, graceful entrance.

"You must be Tyla, I presume," said a man standing at the front of the brightly lit classroom. I could easily see he was in his late fifties, early sixty by the wrinkles indenting his skin.

"Y-yes," I replied, pulling at the ends of my skirt.

"How very nice to have you in our homeroom, my name is Mr woods, would you like to tell us a bit about yourself?" Not really, I thought to myself.

"Sure," I replied, giving the teacher a small smile. "My name is Tyla, as you just heard," I started, giving a shaky laugh. Wow I'm lame. "I used to live in New Zealand and came to Hawaii on Holiday. I was doing gymnastics one afternoon, and a international gymnastics coach asked if I could show him more at the gymnasium. He then asked me if I wanted to move here and be apart of an around the world gymnastics program. I said yes... And here I am am," I said, taking a deep breath.

"Damn! A gymnasts," some gym cheered from the back of the room. A couple of guy around him gave him high fives and laughed, staring me up and down. I folded my arms around my middle, feel self conscious. My eyes scanned the room, and landed on one particular boy with black hair and piercing blue eyes. Connor freaking White. He smirked at me, putting his hands behind his head, leaning back in his chair.

"Thank you Tyla, take a seat wherever you like," Mr Woods instructed. I gave a small nod and plopped myself in a white, graffiti covered desk in the back. I glared at Connor out the corner of my eye, mouthing 'thief,'

'You know you loved it,' he mouthed back, winking. Today just got interesting.

*

'Ring!' Yuss! Finally lunch. The first three periods of the day had gone by in a blur. I packed up my things, quickly shoving them in the backpack Alice had leant me. I followed the stream of students out the class and down the corridor. As I entered the cafeteria my eyes immediately scanned the room for Alice. Bodies rushed around me. I felt myself start to panic, until I spotted Avery and a few other gymnasts I recognised. I started to stroll over to were they were sitting. The girl seated next to Avery spotted me and tapped her on the shoulder, pointing in my direction. Her head whipped around, her straitened hair falling perfectly on her back, not a strand out of place. A surprised look crossed her face as her eyes landed on me.

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