I must be Farryn

"Honestly, Farryn. You will fit in fine." Mum handed me my bag and smiled at me.

Mums are full of bullshit, aren't they? I knew full well I wouldn't be fine joining an American High school after being in an English secondary school for three years. They lie about the tooth fairy, father christmas, carrots giving you some kind of special vision, like if you believe that shit I'm sorry but your mum is lying to you! Do not believe her lies.

"America is different to England, mum." I sighed.

I could sit there and name all the differences! You know, If I was smart. Im not dumb! But not smart either.

"Yeah, I know. Now get in the car." Mum drove me to school and handed me a jacket.

"You look very smart." She smiled.

I was wearing skinny jeans rolled over at the bottom and a blue hoodie with my white Converse. So smart.

Ha not.

"Love you," I jammed my ear phones in and began walking up the path.

I passed about three girls with the same bleach blonde hair, same mini skirts and same faces caked in make up, it was staring to freak me out.

I held back my laughter as they gave me the same death stare as I walked past. I smiled sarcastically and rolled my eyes, holding my chin up to see how much I could piss the bimbos off without even saying anything.

I must've taken a wrong turn somewhere because I walked straight into a couple making out on a bench.

"Oh my god." I gasped "Get a fucking room if you're going to dry hump each other! On a bench? At school? Classy, real classy!" They stopped sucking face and looked at me as if to say 'screw you, we can pretty much fuck each other anywhere!'I waved and walked last them, smirking.

Then I saw a sign for reception and I made my way over there.

I waited at the desk while a tall blonde girl moaned about the lunches not be diet-friendly.

"I'm sorry, Miss Mosby but I cannot help you. Come back another time and I can find someone to help." The middle aged lady smiled.

I bet she wants to kill 'Miss Mosby' she seems like an annoying little bitch if you ask me.

"Thanks," she rolled her eyes and picked up her bag, I looked down to check there wasn't a little dog in there, there wasn't.

"Get out of my way." She glared at me.

I looked at her and laughed, she was one of the creepy bimbos!

"Do you know who I am?" She asked in a southern accent.

(I can hear you guys trying out the voice ;) )

"Prom Queen?" I laughed at my own joke, the receptionist giggled as well before rushing towards the back room.

"Funny. I'm Hailey Mosby actually, most popular girl in school. You better get out the way or I will personally make your life a misery. Now move it." She pushed me out the way and strutted, I mean strutted, out of reception and toward her group of followers.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to the desk, resting my arm on the counter and looking for some kind of bell to ring to get their attention.

"Yes?" The lady that 'helped' Hailey asked me.

"Um hi, I'm new and I don't have a timetable or anything. Should I be here?" I asked, twirling my thumb ring with my fore finger.

"Ah! You must be Farryn Taylor?" The lady asked politely.