it was your freshman year, and boy were you scared. you had just moved to london with your mother, after a divorce between her and your father, you went to live with her. and here you are, on the bus to your new school, ready to die. you were practically shaking in nervousness as you bounced your leg, staring out the window. thankfully, nobody sat next to you. that would have been really awkward if they did.
you noticed the school in the distance, and let out a soft sigh as the bus pulled in behind a few other buses. you shakily stood up when the bus doors opened and other kids stood up. you were the last one in line. as you walked up to the front, the bus driver said "have a good day" you let out a soft 'you too' before stepping off the bus and looking around
the school was pretty big, and kids were everywhere. how were you even going to get through this crowd of people ? you straightened your posture and started walking towards the school, practically shoving your way through kids, desperate to get the day over with.
you eventually made it inside, and pulled your schedule out of your pocket. your first class was social studies. eugh. you walked down the hall, looking around for the classroom you had to go to. your thoughts were interrupted by someone bumping into you. you furrowed your brows, instantly getting angry.
"what the hell ?! watch where you're going !" you said, looking up. the boy wore a black hoodie, and had dark brown hair styled to look like... horns ? bee antennas ? who knew, all you knew was you already didn't like him. you walked away before he could say anything, and looked back at your schedule.
you eventually found the classroom, and of course, you were late. you huffed as you sat down, throwing your bag onto the ground. you laid your head down, looking at the wall. you had a feeling this was gonna be a long day.
