A new beginning

.1.

.Two months later.

I walk over this huge pad, towards the school. My body is struggling. I still can't believe that I'm really here, my last school was awful and I'm really happy I can start over. I want to meet new people, don't get me wrong, but I'm afraid. My head is slightly bent, as always. Will I find friendship here or will the past repeat itself? I have to be honest though. It's beautiful out here, there are children on the field with laptops and children who just talking to each other. I can't wait to see my room. At Barden we live for four years in the same room. Unfortunately every freshman has to share there room with an other student. I don't like that idea. What if she laughs at me? What if she's going to bully me just like the children on my other school? The fear is building up right now and I need to walk further or I'm freaking out. Suddenly a girl comes to me.

,,Hi, there." I back down. She is so excited and a little intimidating. ,,Welcome to Barden University. What dorm?"

,,Um, Baker Hall... I think?" I'm insecure as hell, I know that, but she's intimidating.
,,Okay. So what you're gonna do is... you're going down this way and..." I don't follow the rest, because a car pulls next to me with a guy singing. I love to sing. ,,Oh and here is your official BU raped whistle, don't blow it unless it's actually happening." She's weird, really weird. I clamp the whistle between my teeth and continue with my stuff. Running students are distracting me and I don't know... this whole day is intimidating. That girl from just a minute ago was really friendly, but excited. It kinda creeps me out. If everybody on this university is like that girl, I won't last it for a month. I wish I could back in time, back to last week when my niece was with me. We had so much fun through the day. Now I'm stuck at this school, but only because of my mother. My mother have passed away two months ago and her biggest wish was that I joined this university. She used to study here as well and I can't let my mother down. My little sister is with my father now, but she don't care. We don't get along, my father and I, so I'm glad that I have to live here at the university.

,,Hi." A tall guy comes closer to me and immediately the fear in my body takes over. I'm frozen.

,,Ah, you do good pig. Cycling, thereby kilos are going off. Pretty soon you can be proud of yourself, then you don't have to go to the abattoir." They start laughing and pushing me. I do my best to ignore the remark, but it hits the wrong way. ,,You've got nothing to say to that?" And there is a push once again. ,,You're such a loser. You're worthless, you should take a look at yourself right now. Even E.T. is more beautiful than you are and he does not even exist, that's how ugly you are." Before I know it, there is a tear on my cheek. So it still hurt me when they say things like that, but crying is a sign of weakness, so I try to stop the rest of my tears. ,,Aw, now you're crying. You can take a joke, right? Hey, you must be able to hear a joke. Stop crying, you weirdo!" I don't have the nerve to say anything back and before I know it, they've pushed me on the ground. ,,Maybe now she wants to talk?" I hear him say, but I don't do anything. A foot comes hard against my stomach and I cringe. A big jolt of pain goes through my body, but since I receive a hit against my head, that pain is suddenly a lot less painful. And another kick, and once again... they go on and the only thing I can think of is to lay down and remain still. They're right, I'm a sissy, a coward... everything hurts, really everything. They stop when the director of the school comes out. I try to get up, but for that I have to much pain. Now I'm sure there's no one around, I burst into tears. This bullying has been going on for six years and I still don't know why it started in the first place. Was it because I was a bit quieter in the classroom? Or are all of them right and am I ugly? I still get up again and ignore the pain I have. I grab my backpack and walk to the school, into the next beating...

I have to get away from here! I grab my laptop case and run through the big hall. To the right, to the left, looking for the toilets. At the end of the hallway I finally find one. Once I'm in, I close my eyes and try to control my breathing.

,,Hé, are you okay?" A sweet voice sounds through the bathroom. My breath isn't normal and I just slide down the wall. I expect the girl to walk away, but she doesn't. Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder and I shrug my shoulder, so her hand is falling off. ,,It's okay. I just want to help you." I don't know what it is, but her voice relaxes me. My breathing is slowly fading and after a while I dare to turn my head and look at her. Wow, that's one beautiful girl! What why am I thinking this way? I don't even know this girl, maybe she's just like everyone else. Her eyes though, they are heavenly blue. She just keep looking at me and I see her think. What is she thinking? Bad things about me or good?

,,Why do you want to help me? You don't even know me."

,,Because you are sad and I want to help you smile again. Is that so weird?"

,,Yeah, actually it is. I've been worse, but don't mind me. I'm just me."
,,Are you always so negative about yourself?"

,,Most of the time yeah," I look into her eyes and a weird feeling comes through my vines. ,,Why are you nice to me though?"

,,I'm nice to everybody, I don't want anybody to feel left out."

,,Yeah, well some people been always left out."
,,Like you?"

,,I didn't say that!" She stands up and look at me hurt.

,,I'm sorry that I talked to you. I'll see you around I guess." And then she just leaves. Normally I don't care if people walk away from me, but now... I don't know. I have this strange feeling. What if she just being nice? What if she actually meant to be nice to me? What if... ugh, I have to stop thinking about that girl and just live my life. This university is a new start and I'm not throwing that away!