Don't wanna be torn

Chapter 1

My alarm clock is buzzing way too loud. I sit up not ready to start my day at my new school. I just moved here to Michigan because my mom got this new job. I've never heard of Jackson high school but I'm about to find out.
I go in the bathroom and I scare myself by looking in the mirror. I start to brush my teeth and do my hair. I can't decide on what I should do with this curly puff of honey blonde and brown hair. So I just put it in a bun it's not like the people In this new school are going to notice me anyway. I throw on my black and white converse, black leggings and a grey sweater.
I notice the time it's 6:45am. I have to go catch the bus before I miss it. I grab my backpack and a blueberry muffin as I rush out the door with out even saying goodbye to my mother.
I get to my bus stop right on time as I see the bus pull up on the curb. The doors open as I step on. So many people's huge eyeballs are glaring at me. I start walking and every time I look at a seat they would move there backpack next to them gesturing that they don't want me to sit next to them. I end up sitting in the very last rusty seat on the school bus by myself.
We arrive at Jackson high school. It is huge, really bigger than I thought it would be. I really underestimated this school at first. I stand there and look up admiring the school for a minute before snapping out of my trance.
I walk into the school with my schedule trying to find my classes but I'm short so it's really hard to see and move through the huge crowds. My first few classes are just flat out boring. We did the usual stand up and introduced ourselves. Which is kind of weird bc I didn't know people still did that in high school.
So far my first three classes have been so long and drawn out. Most people already knew each other and already had friends. On the other hand I didn't have any. What a great way to start off my first day of junior year. No friends, long days, lots of homework and still alone. Someone might as well dump all my things on the ground for me so I can just give up.

" I'm so sorry, I so didn't mean to do that" , some random girl says because she just bumped into me causing all of my paper and books to fall out my hands and scatter every where on the floor causing a scene in front of the classroom.

" it's fine." I say as I pick my things up without the help from any one. They just stand there laughing and whispering.
Maybe I spoke too soon.