Fearful

Where it Started

You know that feeling in your gut when you know you're going to have to do something you hate? That was me right now. Another new school, another new foster family, another new town to try not to get lost in. I can never catch a break. 

I signed, no use in whining I guess. I liked these foster parents though. Long as you get ready they couldn't  care less what time you got up. I grabbed my black book bag and tossed it onto my shoulder walking out into the cold morning air after hollering a bye to the folks. The air was cold, but the sun was so pretty as it started to peak up over the horizon. I smiled some, maybe today won't be as bad as I thought.

My new house for the time being is a 3 story apartment and my foster parents own the whole place. They're more of an orphanage really. If you're 16 or older, you get your own little living space on one of the top two floors but if you're younger you have a room on the first floor with the "parents". It's a nice setup, I like having a TV for once.

I made my way down the street in downtown going at a slower pace. No need to be in any rush. It took me all of 10 minutes to get to the highschool and go in the doors. Once I walked into the office, I went straight to the desk.

"May I help you?" the lady asked. She seems awful nice

"Uh, yea I need to get my schedule and stuff. I'm new. Juliette Rogers," I said, attempting to smile since she had such a nice look about her.

She smiled and nodded quickly getting my stuff together. While she did that I kinda looked over her desk.  Pictures of her kids, her dogs, little knick knacks here and there. It was cute.

"Here ya go hon, if you have any questions feel free to come back here and ask," she stated sweetly.

"Thank you, Mrs.McClish, " I replied after checking the name plate on her desk. 

This is where the fun starts. I made my way into the halls kinda trying to avoid people which I quickly found out was impossible. There were a ridiculous amount of kids literally everywhere. When the bell rang for first period I was just as lost as when I got there.

"Hey, do you need help?"

I about tripped over my own feet when I realized those words were directed at me. I'm not the most graceful person. I looked to see who was talking to me of all people, and I automatically had to look up. This guy was like 6'5",  which is huge to little 5'6" me. 

"Uh, yes please," I said, grinning awkwardly.

He carefully took my schedule and looked at it. I guess I was more clueless than I looked. I studied him while he was looking at the paper. Brown hair, tall, lanky, built well, kinda on the pale side, but over all kinda cute.

"You're in English with me," he said, pulling me back to reality.

I smiled at him some. 

"Mind showing me the way kind sir?" I joked laughing afterwards.

All he did was chuckle and nod, then hand back my schedule. He started walking down the hall and keeping up was a hard task considering his stride was so much bigger than mine.

"So what's your name newbie?" he asked kinda bumping me with his shoulder.

"Juliette. What about you muchacho? " I asked, bumping him back.

"Cody," he stated. Short and sweet, I like that.

The rest of the way we walked in silence and I realized how many people were staring me down like I was breaking some sacred law. As we walked, probably 25 people high fived Cody or stopped to talk to him, but of course I was ignored. I gathered that he's one of the schools star football players as well as a pretty popular guy school wide. What's he doing talking to homely little me? Loose dark gray sweater, light skinny jeans, flats and a messy bun compared to every other girl for the most part flaunting their stuff like there's no tomorrow, or dress code. He probably pities me. 

"Hey, Jules wake up we're here."

I blinked a few times and stopped walking. 

"Sorry, I zone out a lot. Thanks for showing me to class," I said, grinning at him some.

"No problem," he replied, smiling.

That's when it hit me. His eyes, omigosh his eyes. They were so green and deep it's not fair. I had to force myself to look away after smiling at him. Of course the only seat open was by him, I couldn't let him be pittying me all year for this class. But then I watched how he sat down and motioned for me to sit by him, like he had known me for years. So, maybe, just maybe a little pity for one day isn't so bad.

Even though we were both about 6 minutes late, the teacher hadn't even got there yet so everyone was just kinda sitting there. Some sleeping, some chatting. I pulled my notebook out and sketched quietly waiting for the teacher.

About 10 minutes later this short little man came bustling in mumbling about riff raffs and juvenile delinquents. Once he got to the front, he sat down his bags and threw open his arms.

"Good morning children!" he hollered.

I jumped and looked up eyes wide, I hate yelling more than about anything, but he seemed nice so I tried to calm down. Many of the students replied, but more just laughed.

"So first on the agenda, we have a new student," he stated as he went to the computer and glanced at his roster.

You know how earlier I said finding the classes is where the fun begins? I lied. It's here.