Her Stray Pups

Chpt#2: Stares, Stares, STARES

Chapter 2

One of the things I was regretting when coming here was starting a new school.

A new god damn school.

I think I'm going to cry. I’m not very a sociable person if you didn’t know. Back home, I was known as the weird rich girl who hangs out with the people that seem normal but are actually a bunch of weirdos.

And I can’t help it that I can’t make friends.

I’m not shy.

Actually I’m quite bold, but I’m very picky on who I will call a “friend” so most of the time I shrug or ignore people off who come up and talk to me.

I only really put attention to you if 1) your an ass so I can’t help but tell you off and 2) if I actually like you and want to be your friend.

Number two barely happens while number one. . . it depends.

I walk to the school’s entrance, tightly clutching my straps. There was already a lot of kids out and about, killing time before school starts. I look around and analyze the cliches.

Is it just me or is everyone unreasonably good looking?

I can’t seem to find one person who’s unattractive.

Now not everyone looks like models. A lot of them look normal, but they have this aura to them that makes me want to fall for them.

Not only that it seems like there isn’t any specific groups so far. Like I can’t tell who are the jocks, the nerds, the otakus, etc. It seems like half are normal, but jocks and others just plain jocks.

Weird. Really weird.

Well I guess I’m gonna be the only weird one. Which I don’t mind. Instead I’m more interested on what might happen in this school.

Big city schools and small town schools are very different right?

Wow! I actually think I don't mind starting a new school after all!

Only if. . .

If not every single freaking person was staring at me.

I look to my left.

People staring at me.

Look to my right.

People staring at me.

Look behind. People staring at me!

What the actual fūck.

Why is everyone staring at me???

I know this was a small town and that everyone knows each other, but do they got to make it obvious that I'm a new type of specie to them like seriously?

Wait! Is there something on my face?

I quickly whip out my phone, which I wonder why I even bother carry since no one uses phones here, and nope. Nothing’s on my face.

Is it because I look ugly to them since their all so attractive?

I don’t think so. I’m quite attractive myself.

I pursed my lips wondering what could it be. . .

“. . . people will stare at you a lot because you're. . . new. But I hope you understand.”

Seriously?

Because everyone practically grew up with each other and know each other, that they act like they’re seeing an alien because I’m new?