When the New Girl Cries (on hold)

I sure hope I do

Author's Note:
I'm really enjoying writing this so I may update daily. I'll probably miss some days because of school but I'll try my best to update frequently. Thank you guys so much for reading! Please leave some comments!

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I made my way out of the cluster of people. I scanned the room for a teacher that looks helpful.

I finally spotted a teacher with dark brown hair and brown eyes. His face reminded me of a marshmallow. Soft and sweet. I decided I should ask him.

My problem was that I had to walk through the people cluster again. I took a deep breath and started walking slowly. I kept me head up this time.

"E-excuse me," I tried to yell as I was pushed around and pushed into people. It's like it never ends!

As I walked through the group, more like tripping my way through it, I finally reached the teacher with dark brown hair and brown eyes.

"U-um ex-excuse me sir," I said quietly.

The man turned his head sharply to look at me.

"Hello. Are you new here? I don't recognize you," He says with a confusing expression.

"Y-yes. Can you point me to the-the main office please?"

"Of course. Why don't I walk you there?"

He gestured me to walk ahead of him.

"O-ok. Thank you sir." I said quietly.

"Call me Mr. Charves," he said.

I nodded my head and began to walk. I slowed down to let Mr. Charves pass me because I realized I had no idea where to go. He quickly passed me and lead me out of double doors into the hallways.

He lead me through the halls and through a cafeteria. I tried to memorize which turns he took and where everything was. I have to get back to the 8th grade area when I'm finished at the office.

We finally stop at a room with large windows as the walls. There's bullying and inspiring posters plastered to the "walls". The room has a very gloomy feeling; like having your cereal sit in the milk all morning until you finally decide to eat it. There was 3 desks and on each one a computer. The largest desk was at the front of the room. I guess that was the secretary's desk.

In the right corner, there was a door with a sign above it that read PRINCIPAL.

"Thank you Mr. Charves," I said and waved as I slowly made my way past the desks and into the principal's office.

There I saw a large woman with curly blonde hair. She sat at another desk with a computer and a name plate that said:
              
                    PRINCIPAL
                     Mrs. Chesnut

As I walked into the small green room, Mrs. Chesnut looked up from her computer.

She grew a smile on her face and said "Hello Miss. Mackenzie! I'm glad you've found your way! Take a seat."

She gestured to the red chair in front of her desk. I slowly walked to the chair and sat down. I crossed my right leg over my right and put my hands down on my lap. I wanted to make a good impression.

"So, Mackenzie Carlson. I have your schedule here if you would like to take a look," she says and hands me a paper.

This is very complicated to me since I've never had a schedule with all of my classes for every day.

"How about I show you where your classes are for today," she said. I think she saw the confusion on my face.

"That would be nice. Thank you." I said.

We stood up at the same time and I waited for her to lead me to my first class of the day.

"Do you remember how to get here?" she asked as we walked through the same hallways as I did with Mr. Charves.

"I think so," I said trying to think back of the turn we took to get to the office.

"We go left here, right?" I asked. I knew she was leading, but I wanted to be sure.

"Yes," she exclaimed. "Nice job. You're going to get used to it here in no time."

I sure hope I do.