Heartless

Chapter 1

So there I was. Uniform and all on the first day at this particular high school. This school home of the crocodiles or whatever so our uniforms were green and yellow. So there I stood in my green and gold plaid skirt and gold hoodie. Was this school strict? Compared to most schools in the area, it was crazy strict.

Having no friends was the worst part of this year, though. I had to move away from every one just a few months ago from the United Kingdom. Trust me, leaving people who had become so close was a literal night mare for me, if not worse.

Was I British? Not even close. If anything I had a bit of a county accent.

I tied up my thick dirty blonde hair and pushed up my new awkward looking glasses before I left my locker for first period and glanced around.

No one seemed to notice me standing there, like I was invisible. They all just seemed to pass by me as if they were in a trance that kept them moving.

Then the bell for first period rang, bringing me back to reality. Every one in the halls seemed to move more hurriedly now. I grabbed the history journals I needed for first period and slammed my locker shut. Then some ran right into me, causing me to lose my grip on the journals and knock off my glasses.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," I said in a panicked voice. "Are you okay?"

The figure in front of me held out my glasses and I put them on.

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine."

"Thank you."

"Not a problem." He said back.

His eyes were a dark shade of hazel and his dirty blonde hair hung low in them.

Freckles covered his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

It took a minute before I realized I was staring at him and making him look quite uncomfortable.

I laughed nervously,"hehh, sorry for staring."

"It's okay, I'm not the least bit uncomfortable." He said.

The hall ways cleared and locker doors slammed shut.

"I have to get to class." I said after a minute.

"Oh, sorry," he said, "what class?"

"History."

"I have the same first period." He said smiling, "I'll walk you there."

We walked side by side down the quiet halls, the rain wet rubber of my converse squeeking against the tile.

"So I never got your name." He said.

"Oh, I'm Jennifer, but you can call me jenni." I said nervously.

"Your name is beautiful, jenni." He said. " My name is Logan." He smiled with one side of his mouth.

I blushed and smiled back.

"It's very nice to meet you, Logan."

"It's nice to meet you too, jenni."

Then we continued walking to class in silence. We were late to class, but for both of us, it was worth it.