I walked down the long hallways with my head down trying to avoid eye contact with anybody I held my backpack straps tight in my hands weaving through the crowds looking for my class
Right before I reached my class a door swung open hitting me hard knocking me to the floor
great nice way to start off in the fresh new school
"Are you okay." Says A masculine voice
It was smooth yet deep but soft
I opened my eyes holding my head my headache just became more intense man oh man it hurt like hell
"Here let me help you." He says holding out his hand
I placed my hand in his and was lifted up in a quick second my other hand still on my head I blinked a few times before taking a look at the door that hit me
The boys bathroom why were you walking so close to the freaking boys bathroom
"Im sorry are you okay." He says again
"Yeah." I say looking at the boy who hit me my eyes meet with brown ones I quickly looked away causing my head to pound more I hissed in pain
"Are you sure cause you don't look fine." He says trying to make eye contact again
"Yeah, yeah im good I have to get to class." I say still looking at the ground trying to walk forward
"Wait what's your name." He says
I went to speak but nothing came out instead all I could think about was this headache I looked back at him and turned around and walked away
Great, he probably thinks I'm a weirdo now why didn't I just tell him my name
I walked into the classroom and all eyes looked over to me I dropped my head to the floor not wanting to make eye contact with anybody
"Hello, you must be Emily." the teacher says in a greeting tone
"Yes .. uhh .. yeah." I say looking up at the teacher
"Well I'm Mrs.Roberts and you can take a seat over there if you'd like." She says pointing to a seat
I nodded and walked my way over to the seat keeping my head down I sat down in my seat in the back I felt a few stares in the side of my head I just ignored them
The teacher continued on the lesson right before someone barged in the door
"Nice of you to join us Chris your early this time." Mrs. Roberts says looking at her watch
"I try." the blonde haired boy said before walking over and taking a seat next to me
I felt his stare at the side of my head and I turned, my eyes meet blue ones then I turned right back around waiting patiently for the bell to ring
Why are people staring to much I really don't like this attention. Is there something on my face.?
I touched my face and no I didn't feel nothing then the boy next to me chuckled I looked at him
"What.?" I asked in confusion hoping this would be the answer to all my questions
"Nothing ... but your new here huh.?" He asked
Nahh.. duh Sherlock
"Yes I am." I say adjusting myself so I was now facing him
"Well my name is Chris what's yours."
"Emily."
"Well Emily since your new wanna hang out with me at lunch.?" He says with a little bit of hope in his eyes
YOU ARE READING
Webster High
Teen FictionEmily Johnson a high school student who father and little brother died in a car accident now its just her and her mom her little sister and big sister trying to recover meanwhile they move to a new school