New School, new Life, new Mate?

As I looked in front of me at the big doors towering high above my head, fear struck me. I gulped loudly and gathered all my courage as I pushed against the heavy doors, my hands shaking, fearing what would find me as I entered the room behind it.

As the doors closed behind me with a loud thump that echoed trough the empty corridors I looked around the building that would be my new school for the next three years.

High school. I hated it as much as any other teenager did. The boring classes and the torture that is called homework al pushed our teenage hormones to the limit everyday.

As I looked around I could easily establish that this is an old building. The brick in the walls has that vague red brick collor with chunks of them missing all up to the end of the wall where the windows began to let in some natural daylight.

At the right was the enterence to the cafeteria wich looked modern enough. I only hoped that the food would be edible instead of that horrible hospital junk they dared call food and served to the students at my old school back in New York. The big hall where I stood in looked like a place where most students would gather before heading to class.

Big paintings and other pieces of art, wich looked like most of them where made by the school students, decoraded the walls and continued through the halls towords the classrooms.

A hard ringing of the bell that told that class was ending pulled me out of my train of thoughts and before I could escape I heard classdoors opening and students started to fill the before empty corridors.

Some of the student started walking directly towords there next class without taking the time to notice me, wich I was glad about. Other students were laughing to each other.

I heard a scream behind me and I spun around startled to see where it was coming from when I saw it was a girl who was being playfully bullied by on of the boys, he splashed some water on here from his drinkingbottle. I stared at them for a while.

The girl was obviously populair looking at the way she was dressed. She wore skinny jeans that fit her slim posture well. The top she wore was a red shirt without sleves and fit beautifull around her at least cup C. Her hair was long and blond and it layed loose past here shoulders. Here skin was very smooth and her eyes clear blue. She put on red lipgloss that match her shirt.

Here shirt was a little wet and she playfully punched the guy who did it when she noticed me staring.

"What are you looking at?"She asked me while looking at me from top to bodem as if she was checking me out.

I felt a little ticked off at the tone she used with me. 

I was wearing my old ripped jeans and an simple white singlet and my sneakers where far from being able to be compared to her red pumps. 

The only thing we had incommon was that I also had long hair that went  past my shoulders, only mine was a light chocolate brown and both our eyes were clear blue.

I rose my eyebrow at here and shrugged as if i didn"t care what she thought of me and turned around to see the halls still filled with students messing with eachother or trying to find their way to class.

A lot of them were now staring at me and whispering to each other. Probably about me. What else could they be talking about.

I can imagne that a new student here would be front page news to this little crappy town my parents had made me move to.

In New York new students were a weekly thing that nobody would pay etention to.

You could even gain extra credit if you would show them around and make them feel welcome.