I pulled my backpack higher up my shoulder and swallowed nervously. The schools intimidatingly large doors were infront of me, the parking lot was devoid of people and I could only assume everyone was inside. I quickly assessed myself from head to toe, making sure that there was no immediate signs that could cause potential humiliation or embarrassment. And maybe even possible harm.
I grumbled to myself, knowing that deep inside I was stalling. Just go, my subconscious urged. I nodded my head in determination before sticking my chin high and rolling my shoulders back. My knuckles were turning white due to my tight grip on my backpack straps. I cleared my throat before reaching my hand foreward, I yanked the wooden door open with only slight struggle. I let myself inside and was immediatly blasted by cold air. My short dark brown hair rustled with the cool air. The moment my two feet were inside the building my ears were met by complete silence. I looked around and realized that I was in what looked to be a lobby...and every student present was staring at me.
I liked my chapped lips nervously as I met some of their eyes. My eyes managed to make their way to a girl with pink hair, and they stayed there. After a few moments of awkward silence, I couldn't stand it anymore, I just had too say something. So with deep regret, knowing I was about to humiliate myself, I tore my eyes away from the pink haired girl and faced the rest of the crowd. "Hi! My names Amelia M.! Don't be thrown off by my accent, I'm not from like Europe or anything, just Texas. I moved here, what, like last week? But yeah, I'm new and I'm also awkward, don't be intimidated by me though! I'm virtually harmless, like literally, I have no muscles. Not to mention I-" my rambling was cut off by the pink haired girl as she smoothly interrupted me.
"Nice to meet you Amelia, would you like a tour of the school?" she asked me. I opened my mouth to give back a lengthy reply but she had already grabbed my arm and began power walking me away from the confused students. She weaves her arm through mine and connected us by our intertwined elbows. After a moment of silent powerwalking, she looked over her shoulder to make sure we were out of ear shot before looking up at me. I was taller than her, but that honestly didn't make much of a difference. I was still tiny, and she was still just insanely short. "So what brings you too Franklin High Amelia?" she asked me in an almost musical voice. Her hair reminded me of cotton candy, making her voice seem just as sweet as the sugary treat.
"Well, I guess my parents just wanted a change or scenery or something. Not to mention my cousins also live like five minuets away...I don't know. Maybe it was because my dad liked the dentist here better, because he's a dentist. Or maybe it was because my mom liked the nieghbor hood better because she's a stay home mom. Not that this nieghborhood is much better, in fact it might be even worse, or maybe-"
"-do you ever shut up?" she asked me with a playful smile. I blushed deeply and slapped a hand over my mouth. I shook my head no, before quickly realizing my mistake and nodding my head yes. He giggled and bumped her shoulder gently against mine. "It's okay, we could use some more chatter boxes around this quiet school, " she admitted and shrugged. My eyebrows creased in confusion as I slowly lowered my hand from my mouth. I looked away from her and realized we were walking down a hallway lined with shiny lockers on both sides, students peered at me curiously as me and the girl strolled past.
"Why is the school quiet?" I asked her, turning my attention away from my surroundings and instead focusing on her face. She had big baby blue eyes and a small button nose. Her lips were bare with no sign of makeup product but they looked red and luminous. And there was of course her trademark pink hair.
"The school's quiet because Cole is quiet, " she whispered to me as she noticed the curious eyes that glued to us as we passed. Again I knitted my eyebrows in confusion, so just because one persons quiet the rest of us have to be? That sounds suckish to me.
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Silence
RomanceAmelia M. was the type of girl who hated the sudden lulls in conversations. She detested the feeling of the cloud of awkwardness and silence that seemed to magically appear. So to avoid the dreaded awkwardness, she would ramble. She would ramble use...