Breathe

Chapter two

This is it?

I scan the area to see only a big wide two-story building that was made up by bricks and cement with multiple windows on the walls.

Behind the school must be the football field or else this place shouldn't even be called a school otherwise.

Winchester High, what a dump.

Standing there already hating my new school, I realized that I wasn't alone in the parking lot.

Snickers can be heard from behind me, maybe because from the disapproving stance that I am putting on.

I turn back to see a few boys that have their baggy jeans hanging so loose their boxers are visible to the Tri-state area and an unnatural red head girl clinging to a boy with dark skin.

I take my time to inspect them from head to toe and held my head high once again while flicking my white wool cardigan and walk towards the main entrance of Winchester High.

I will refuse to let these people think that they can snicker at me.

Marina Coburn.

Marina Coburn.

THE Marina Coburn.

The Coburn.

"Where you going pretty lady?"

Someone from the group shouts and laughter can be heard behind me.

Ignore them, they're too low for your standards.

As I glide my way towards the school door I can't help but glimpse at people around me. Almost every student is either wearing cheap clothing or it maybe a stupid trend around here.

They seem to not mind the old smell of second hands though.

It would be my greatest humiliation if I have to wear those stinky pieces of low cost and degraded fabric on my skin.

Next to the main door, the smell of nicotine fills my nostrils. Four or five boys leaning on the plastic door frame were all smoking cigarettes, each having a pack of marlboro and a lighter, holding both together like they're magnets in their hands.

They all wore identical black skinny jeans.

How typical.

If they did this in my old school they would immediately get into detention or suspended.

And this is just the first day of school.

I inwardly sigh.

I flick my hair on my shoulder to show that I do not care and open the doors, purposely pulling it wide enough for these idiotic posers to lose their balance.

I can't help but smirk while glancing at them.

Not bothering to look at their now gaping reaction at the 'new girl', I stare right ahead to the knowable future.

School halls are, like any school, chaotic.

Besties reuniting, couples sucking their faces off against the lockers and kids trying to push them off of their lockers, freshies in their own world, that random kid who loves to cause a scene more than Kylie Jenner and just students peeping at classes they're going to be in.

Running in circles basically.

I don't bother asking these idiotic people for the way.

Following the signs, I arrive to the administration office and ask for my schedule and locker number.