New In Town

Chapter 1- Who Knows Where It Could Go

She prepped herself outside the newest madhouse. The shrugged her shoulders in an attempt to shake some courage into them and headed towards the big, brown doors. A stream of students in an interesting assortment of outfits waddled in through the doors in a stream of madness, caught up in the teenage traffic.
Walking towards them, Isabella Knight was dragged in their midst and trapped in their slow stampede as she joined the prolonged slow-motion waddle towards the doors.
As she entered the threshold, the white-haired girl kept head down and shoulders drawn in to avoid any unwanted attention, whilst scanning her surroundings and simultaneously scouting out any signs or hints of where she should be heading. She carried on walking, unable to free herself from the crowd. On the right side of the white-painted ceiling hung a bright yellow sign with the words 'Library', 'Office', 'Headmaster's Study' and the one Isabella needed; 'Registration'. The arrow next to it was going to lead her in the direction to her-
BAM. She hit the ground. Her head collided with a small solid oval shape and then rolled onto the cheap lino flooring schools tend to use to avoid spending too much.
    Her white hair floated on the ground in a pattern that looked like she'd been modelling for an Instagram photo shoot for her millions of followers that she didn't have. Everyone instantly averted their eyes to look at the beauty on the ground. The group of girls huddled by their lockers sneered as she blinked, regaining consciousness and thoughts.
    Isabella stood up, wobbling slightly. As she came out of the pain-induced daze, she shook her head to clear her thoughts. Her eyes drifted upwards to the face of the rock she'd collided with. Then she realised the rock she'd hit was in fact a human male. A very fine looking human male, she would have liked to add.
    The boy had a chiselled jawline and prominent cheek bones. His blue eyes narrowed in on his prey as he glared down at the vulnerable child beneath him. A mop of black hair sat on his head, ruffled and styled just enough to make him look hot, but not so much that it didn't look as if he'd just rolled out of bed. Taking in his appearance she noted freckles dotted his nose and he had full lips and a perfect nose that jutted out of his face at a perfect angle. He had the typical bad boy look with a black leather jacket, a band symbol on his t-shirt hidden beneath of AC/DC and carefully ripped dark blue jeans.
    "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" He yelled at her. Rage boiled beneath his skin, and his freckles disappeared into a mask of red fury.
    Three boys she hadn't noticed, stepped forwards from behind him to back him up. They all stood tall and ripped, like intimidating mountains leaving their penetrating gaze lying on her, a small bump -not even big enough to be called a hill- in comparison. Isabella was tall for a girl, reaching 5'8" but these boys were all at least 6'5". And Mr. Badass himself was the tallest of all of them, possibly 6'8".
    "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to." She tried to play the sympathy card and bat away the attention.
    "That might have worked back in England, love, but over here we don't give a fuck about what you did or didn't mean to do. You're new so I'll let you off this time, but stay the fuck away from us. Sorry doesn't cover it. This is an Armani jacket. If you even scratched it I'll rip out every weird-little white hair on your head, albino. Got it?"
    So he picked up on her accent. Isabella shook her head; she'd given him a chance to make amends.
    "Did you just shake your head at me?" He whispered, eye twitching in a state of anger. This guy had definite problems. That was the last straw for him. No more Miss NiceGuy. Now she'd see if his flicker of a flame could withstand her dousing hurricane. If she had to draw attention, at least it was for a good cause.
    "I shook my head at my thoughts but seeing as you're the rudest arsehole to have ever been choked up and spat out from hell, I'm not even going to think about giving you a remote thought of an apology. You wouldn't deserve the kindness of my thoughts. I take back my apology and I'm going to screw it up in front of you and tell you to shove it where the sun don't shine my friend. Why don't you and your walking-mountains goons revert back to the cavemen we all know you are." She acknowledged the crowd assembled before them, making elaborate hand gestures because he hadn't yet noticed were there and smiled maliciously, hoping maybe her words may possibly sting. "You, my dumb-witted ugly friend should go back to your cave and leave me, a girl who was trying to blend into the background, alone. And please, please I beg, sort out your greasy looking hair whilst your at it. It's making me itch just looking at it. I don't know why you decided to pick on me but I'm sorry to anyone else who will ever experience the wrath of you, your highness, because your tampon fuse has been lit and there's nothing worse than a girl on her period, is there?"
    The handsome devils behind him took into account what the puny-couldn't-kill-a-fly-looking angel in front of them had said before bending over backwards and howling with laughter. Instead of sticking up for their friend they just gasped for air at the brilliance of his demise. She shook her head and bowed.
    "Now your highness, I must be off to register for my classes. Good day to you and your squires," Isabella waved her hand at his giant-like friends. And just before she gave him a great shove and pushed him out of the way to take her leave, she gave him the biggest, most sickly sweet, honey drenched, fakest smile she could could offer and mock-whispered, "I'll see you around and next time I expect a courteous apology with flowers, chocolate and you, your Highness, can call me your majesty from now on."
    With that, she strolled off taking large strides with her beautifully toned athletic legs, towards what she hoped was the registration office as she hadn't actually finished reading where to go.
****A/N****
    The outfit at the top is what she's wearing except her hairs white not brown but in same style.
How's this? Should I carry on w this book?
Xoxo, MissManic