She's the New Girl

Intro C

{Cameron}

Palm trees and the summer sun shining down on us, a beautiful girl kicked sand at me, I tackled her playfully. When I went in for a kiss, her face was blurred...

"Hey look, new girl." Adam nudged me, I shook off my day dream and looked at the tall, slim brunette. My mouth gaped wide, I want her in my life, I need her..

"She's beautiful." Was all I could choke out, I stared at her hard and long. I didn't notice she had been staring back until Mrs. Raine began to speak.

"Good afternoon class, we have a new student with us today. Would you like to introduce yourself?" I looked around the classroom to see that everyone's eyes were on her, so I decided to look too.

"I'm Brianna Best." She said in a straight tone, she made eye contact with everyone in the classroom. She was confident.

People began to ask her random questions,

"Where did you live before here?"

"What school did you go to?"

"Why are you dressed like that?"

"Is that your natural hair?"

"Do you like it here?"

"When did you come here?"

"How long did it take you to get here?"

She just smiled with wide eyes and shook her head, I looked at Mrs. Raine, she had been smiling at Brianna the whole time. Weird.

"Um, how about you guys just write your questions down on pieces of paper with your name on it, it'll be fun and I can get to know your names that way..." She looked at Mrs. Raine for approval, Mrs. Raine just clapped her hands and smiled,

"Excellent! What a great idea! You guys, take out a piece of paper and write out your questions for Miss Best, I'll give you five minutes." She spoke in a sing- songy voice,

I took out my journal, I tried to think about a question that no one would would ask. I turned to Adam,

"Dude, what should I ask?" I looked at him writing his third question, he looked up at me and smirked,

"Uh, I dunno. Ask her what her bra size is or something." He laughed at this, it wasn't funny though. I shoved him and turned back to my journal.

"Class, 2 minutes." Mrs. Raine reminded, I panicked a bit.

I need a question.

I need a question.

Think of a question.

I wrote my name in the paper then tapped the pencil on the journal softly. After a minute Madison had turned to glare at me,

"Can you like, stop tapping? It's totally annoying." I shook my head at her and stopped tapping she turned back in her set, rolling her eyes and flipping her strawberry blonde hair. She had always been the school bitch.

"Class, 40 seconds." Mrs. Raine said as she wrote today's lesson on the board, I really panicked this time. Before I knew it, my hand was scribbling words into the paper.

'What's your favorite color?'