The Lost Dancer

The first step is never easy

Soo after enrolling into the school, signing paperwork and having a very lng and boring lecture with the college head of department about how unproffesional it is to be late.. especially on your first day and it making a bad impression I was finally freed from the office to venture to my first class.  On the down side the class was maths which is very boring. 

As I neared the door to the maths class I took a deep breath in to calm my nerves as my shaky hands pushed open the door, and surprise surprise the part that I hate most..my nightmare occured. The teacher suddly fell silence and all of the class turned their staring gazes to me.

"Glad you could finally join us Niclole I expect you do know the time this lecture starts? Take a seat at the back and do not be late again" Thats when everyone turned to their friends and the muttered gossip began. The minutes gradually ticked. Each minute seeming like 10 torturous minutes, so slow even the tortiose would have ran the race against the hare by now. 

When it finally came to  lunch I stood lonely in the large que in the cantine feeling as if I was a fish surrounded by sharks. Everyone was staring at me or gossiping. As my turn finally arrived I had lost my apetite consquently I grabbed an apple. Having nowhere to sit or anyone I knew to sit by I decided to renture outside.

Only after walking to a quiet corner behind the one of the college buildings did I hear the following footsteps and realise the mistake that I had made being out of sight from the public. Away from glaring eyes, but also protection. As I carried on walking around the corner I met the dead end where my follower caught up with me, only it was not one person it was a group of girls. The type of popular girl group who were harmless alone but in a large group were deadly.