Don't Come Back To Me

My new life

When I woke up the next day, I was tempted to build myself a fortress with the pillows and blankets so I wouldn't have to face going to a new school and finding a job. The only thing that managed to convince me that I should leave the comfort of my bed was that I might be able to find time to return to the piano in the woods.

Once I had heaved myself out bed with much groaning and sighing, I had a shower and dried my hair. Then I went to my closet and tried to pick what to wear. I don't usually worry about clothes or make up but I want to make a good impression on all the people that I have to be around for the next year. Should I go casual and wear trackies but then people might think I was a slob? Or should I wear a cute dress but then people might think I was trying too hard?I ended up wearing my dark blue skinny jeans and leather jacket with a grey star wars t shirt underneath. I put on eyeliner and mascara and prayed to god that i wouldn't start crying and leave black tear marks down my face- so not attractive.

I hurried downstairs as I had spent a lot longer than I thought getting ready so I was late. I grabbed an apple and quickly ate before running upstairs again, hugging my aunt and uncle and rushing out the door, nearly falling over in the process. I had printed a map of the town last night off google maps so I knew how to get to school. It was a ten minute walk. I plugged my headphones in and listened to some music to calm me down before the song 'Doomed' came on and I groaned at the possible foreshadowing. I quickly switched to some piano music which served as I distraction as I began to think about what  could learn to play next.

When I arrived at school, everyone was catching up with their friends in the typical high school manner. There were obvious groups like the jocks and nerds and I nearly rolled my eyes at the stereotypicalness of it all. I didn't know anyone so I just went straight to the office to pick up my schedule. The school looked modern from the outside with its big glass windows and grey walls which gave an impersonal and threatening look which did nothing to calm my anxiety. Inside, the walls were a light blue color with grey lockers covering every available space. Some people had stuck stickers on there lockers or painted them but most people hadn't bothered, leaving the corridors to look quite plain.

I walked in the office and a lady, dressed all in grey, was smiling at me. She gave me schedule and I found out that her name is Mrs Ashton. The whole time I was there her smile never faltered, if anything it grew until it looked like it must very painful to hold more than a few seconds.

I walked out and most people had already gone to class. I looked at my timetable and it said I had history with Mr Hattam. I love history and I didn't want to make a bad impression on the teacher so I rushed to find the room. I hurried through the door and found everyone shouting, gossiping and throwing stuff around. Obviously the teacher hadn't arrived yet.

I sat down and got out my stuff awkwardly. Everyone had a group in this classroom and I didn't belong to any of them yet. I looked round and tried to find a group who didn't look too threatening that eventually I might belong to. I was trying to avoid judging people by their looks but there were some groups I could just tell I didn't want to be a part of- the group of boys at the back, for example, who were boasting about who got with the hottest girl at a party last  weekend.

When the teacher arrived the lesson went like a normal lesson would. I don't think he even noticed that I was new. He started talking about something in his life with a far away look in his eyes so I started looking around at everyone again. I noticed a boy in the corner that looked so much like Darren that my heart stopped. He had the same beach boy look with blond hair and blue eyes and he was grinning at his friend next to him in the same way that Darren used to look at me. The only thing that alerted me to the fact that this wasn't Darren was the thick rimmed glasses that he was wearing and i was grateful for them or I probably would have jumped to conclusions and gone over there to shout at him. I had to look away when began to feel the familiar sadness creeping up on me. I really did not want to be crying on my first day at school.