She's the New Girl

Chapter 1- Familiar Faces

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You're wearing the outfit above
     The grey personalised lockers on both sides of me glittered with personalised doors. Posters, names, words and pictures were scrawled across the fronts. To my left stood two scrawny boys, one with darker skin and ginger-dyed hair, the other pale with dark chestnut hair passing money from one to the other. Then one passed a fluffy white animal the size of a medium palm and slipped it under the jacket of the dark haired boy.
    I blinked slowly, taking everything around me all in. It was the same as any old American High school shown on TV, except for the odd quirks here and there.As I walked down the vast corridor with Bethan, everyone turned to stare at me. They locked on and their gazes followed me round corners and different hallways. What were staring at?
    "Bethan?" I mumbled to her subtly, trying not to move my lips much.
    "Yes?" she stopped and turned to look at me.
    I pulled her by her wrist to the side of a corridor, in the gap between some lockers, where we were out of the way of the hustle and bustle of the crowds.
    "Why are they all watching me like creepy stalkers?" I asked. My eyes widened warily as she smiled at me. Did I have spinach in my teeth? I didn't remember eating anything that could get stuck in my teeth but there was always the possibility. Was I being naïve and there was something there obviously wrong that I just hadn't spotted yet?
    "You're new. We don't have this ever. Everyone's always here right from grade 6, right at the beginning of Middle school. That... And the fact that you're incredibly hotter than the residents of our school." She smirked.
    I laughed. She looked bemused.
    "What are you laughing at?" she asked, confused.
    "I thought you were making a joke. I've been bulli... Don't worry, just forget this conversation ever happened."
    "Girl, you're beautiful! Even your accent... YOU'RE FREAKING ENGLISH FOR GODS' SAKES!" she squealed, beaming a huge smile at me.
    She was being serious! She wasn't just messing with me, she actually meant it. "Thank you," I whispered, no one had ever told me that before, not even my mother.
    "Don't worry about it." She laughed and pulled me into the overcrowded corridor. "Come on, just smile and don't let them see that you're concerned with their looks!" Bethan exclaimed.
    "I'm not concerned, I'm just curious." I muttered, not loud enough to be heard.
    A couple of times I felt myself being shoved by the mass of people trying to get to their destinations. I heard a few muttered apologies.
    The corridors were getting more and more crowded as we made our way towards history. It got to the point where I'd trodden on about thirteen people's heels.

     History wasn't as bad as I'd expected from Bethan's gruelling description on the way there, it seemed that the teacher just had it in for her due to the prominent factor of her using her phone in clear sight during the lesson. We'd gone over things I already knew and I'd been introduced to some of the class I'd be in.
     There was a girl named Ronnie, who I particularly liked. She was quiet with frizzy hair and a tanned face and knew all the answers in the lesson. Ronnie had big brown glasses that occupied most of her face and braces across her top teeth. From her appearance I had judged that she had good style with her AC/DC merchandise and her ripped black jeans. And there was a girl I already disliked. Her name was Veronica. She had platinum blonde straw hair that shot down to her waist before all the split ends stood up on end. Miss Veronica Oceanum was resident Queen B- B standing for bitch. She'd managed to bring her appearance and her 'stunning' looks. Yeah she was pretty but you couldn't even see it! The cake loaf of makeup hid her features under layers and layers of primer, foundations, concealers, contours. You name it; she was wearing it.
     The crowds had dispersed by the end of history as I had a feeling that the teacher let us go early. It was much more easy to manipulate the people and dodge around them as if I were playing a game of tag And then me being Miss Clumsy happened to trip over someone's foot as it had stuck out at an awkward angle. Before I could scream or make any noise, the floor seemed to be flying towards my face at a rate of knots. I could have sworn my life flashed between my eyes as I saw my bed, my fridge and a jar of Nutella. The owner of the infamous foot spun around. Just in time, his reflexes forced his muscled arm out across my stomach. He held me up only with his right forearm.
    "Are you ok? I'm so sorry. I didn't even realise my foot was sticking out!" he explained in a quick rush.
    I knew that voice... It was so much deeper but it was definitely him. I looked up to see if I was right...