new girl • g.d.

∘one

∘iris

First day at a new school, great. The only thing I am looking forward to is trying out for the field hockey team, and if I do say so myself, I think I'm good at field hockey so I got this in the bag.

I dreadfully get out of bed and look through my boxes, I decided not to unpack until this weekend when I have already painted. I find a simple white v-neck and look for my purple bralette to wear under it. I grab my light washed jeans that have holes in them and my white Adidas sneakers. I quickly brush through my hair, which I straightened last night so it'll be good for today. Then, apply my makeup and go downstairs.

"Ready for your first day at a new school?"

"Sure, Ill get threatened by the popular girls for talking to their 'boyfriends', even though they're fuckboys and came to me."

"What is a fuckboy?" my mom asks and I grab a piece of toast and look at her,

"I am one." Chandler says,

"You wish," I scoff, "And if you were ever a fuckboy, I would disown you."

"You already tried shipping me to Hawaii when you were five because you wanted me out of the country." he looks at me,

"I don't regret a thing, except I would choose somewhere out of the country this time."

"Try as you may." he says and I look at him with an eyebrow raised.

"Mom, where are my keys?"

"You might want a jacket."

"I'm good, where are the keys."

"We're not in Seattle, it's not going to be 80 degrees."

"But it is going to be today, so I am good. I couldn't find my keys yesterday, where'd they go?"

"Um, your car?"

"Um, no."

"Okay, uh," she says, looking around the kitchen and in boxes, "Oh! Wait, yes, here!"

"Thanks." I say, "See you after hell."

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"Everyone, we have a new student. Please welcome Iris Reynolds."

"It's just Reynold." I nod and he apologizes,

"Do you mind sitting in the back?"

"Sure." I make my way back there, glares from the girls and the guys looking at me and exchanging looks with the other guys. Disgusting. I'm a person, not property and they need to stop acting like it.

He goes on about the stuff they've been learning about the past two weeks and gave me all the papers and shit. It'll take me a week to finish this work alone let alone six other classes. Once the bell finally rings after what feels like hours, I make my way to the next class and the next class.

It's finally lunch.

I was debating on buying, but changed my mind. I'm already new and I love some school lunches, but people will instantly judge me and it's only my first day I don't need any more attention.