Don't Let Me Down

~Chapter 4~

My dad said I didn't have to start school for another week if I wanted so that I could get more accustomed to my new surroundings and feel comfortable. I immediately shot down the idea knowing the longer I stayed at home the more chances my mom would have to yell at me. Now that my dad was getting a nice sized paycheck my mom didn't have to work and sadly that meant that she'd be home all day. No way was I going to survive that for a whole week, it was hard enough just dealing with her antics on the weekends. So resolved to spend most of my time out of the house I woke up extra early to get ready for school. It was still dark and the time on my phone read 4:45 am. It would take me 45 minutes to drive to school according to my GPS so I timed myself to leave the house around 5:30 to give myself an hour or so before school started. I wanted to look around the campus before other students arrived.

I was filled with nerves while getting ready. I tried to calm myself, but this was a huge change for me. I was in a new place where the only person I knew probably didn't attend the same school as me. I was so scared of how I would be treated on my first day. Would I be shunned, ignored or accepted? I really hope it was the last one. If I had to suffer any more complaints about my looks I would lose it. As if being told by my mother I wasn't good enough wasn't enough to tear me down. My own mother, who was supposed to love me unconditionally, beautiful or otherwise. I shake my head of negative thoughts and look at myself in the bathroom mirror. I looked nice I had to admit. I gave myself one of those rare smiles. It wasn't every day I could feel pretty. My hair was straight, but slightly curled at the ends. Mascara and eyeliner seemed to make my plain brown eyes pop behind my glasses and my lips shimmered a nice clear color. It took quite a bit of arguing with myself to put on makeup. Even if it was very minimal. I wanted to make a statement to myself about moving to a new place. It would be a fresh start. I could be who I wanted and be happy. Taking one last look at my skinny light blue jeans, heeled boots and white tank top with a cardigan to top it off I gave myself the best convincing smile I could and walked away.

My hand had been on the door for about 37 seconds. Yes I was counting. I tried opening the door, but nerves prevented me from doing so. I was having a raging battle inside my head. The logical side told me to open the door because I had to go in eventually, but the illogical side told me I could just hide away in my car till school was over and no one would be the wiser. Eventually my logical side took over and I walked inside. What I saw before me took my breath away. On both sides of the hallway I entered where trophies galore. It seemed there were at least 5 trophies for every sport known to man here. There were trophies for cheerleading, basketball, softball, swimming, tennis, football, dance, heck there were even trophies for the more academic side of things, like chess, math, science, you name it and they had it. It was amazing. My face pressed closely to the trophy cases. My new classmates seemed to be amazing. I smiled at the thought. The nagging feeling that they were all too good for me tried to push its way up, but I held it back. I needed to try and stay positive. I eventually was able to move away from the trophy cases and I walked around some more. This place was huge. I tried to pay attention to where I walked so I wouldn't get lost. So far I had found the science and history classrooms. I could tell from all the papers and decorations they had on their walls. It was quite impressive. I felt the history classrooms really transformed the atmosphere to make you feel like you were a part of the very history you were learning about.

I wandered around a bit more before I heard someone running my way. I quickly looked behind me only to feel a massive force shove me to the ground. "Watch it loser!" Instinctively I yelled out. "Why don't you watch it you jerk?!" The person who had shoved me immediately stopped running and started slowly turning towards me. I gulped. Not a good way to start off the first day. I quickly got up and started to run away, but rather quickly I felt my collar being pulled and I was shoved roughly against the wall. I let out a wince of pain. "Who do you think you are?!" As soon as I saw him raise his fist I cringed, prepared for the assault. Tears unwillingly came to my eyes as I waited for the inevitable pain. The pain of the punch and the pain of knowing how stupid I was by thinking just because I was in a new place I would be accepted and I could live a nice happily ever after. I heard a commotion and I opened my eyes to see the boy who had been seconds away from punching me on the ground holding his crotch in pain. I looked up from him to see a girl looking triumphantly at him with a smirk. "To pick on a girl like that is wrong Harry. Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?" She said in a convincingly sweet tone. All I could do was stand there in complete shock. Then she came over to me worry in her eyes.