Trust Me

The Beginning

Beep. Beep. Beep. Michelle's alarm blared to life, letting her know it was time to get up and dressed for school. She rolled over and smacked the alarm to shut it off, grumbling in her half sleep daze. She had stayed up all night, nervous for her first day of freshman year at Midway High.

The few friends she had, had stopped talking to her over the summer and she didn't know who would be in any of her classes. Afraid of standing out too much as her old self, she had gone clothes shopping at Ross as the semester drew closer. She had set out a set of clothes last night, a pair of dark blue skinny jeans along with her grey Abercrombie jacket and a light red tank top.

She pulled her deep brown hair out of the bun she had done last night, letting the loose curls fall down her back. Looking over at the clock to see that it was 6:50, and with eyes wide she hurriedly got dressed and threw on a pair of socks. As she snagged her backpack and a hair tie, she slipped on her favorite pair of grey and black checkered vans and bounded down the stairs.

Her mother waited for her at the bottom, giving her a condescending look, "It's your first day and you don't want to be late. Hurry up in the car honey."

"I won't be late mama, I already know where the class is, I just need to figure out how to open my locker so my backpack won't be so heavy all day." Michelle replied, walking out the front door.

Her mother unlocked their dark maroon 2004 Mercedes Benz E-250, and they slid into their seats, buckling their seat belts as the car roared to life. The drive to the school was a short one, since the school wasn't too far from their house. Michelle could have walked to school, but her mother refused to allow her to walk by herself and there wasn't a bus stop close to their house. As they pulled into the street of the school, Michelle looked at the map that she had been given in the mail and at her class schedule.

"My first class is English, and looking at the map it should be the second to last row from here." Michelle pointed to the building, there was 8 brick buildings in total, and they had already passed half of them.

As they arrived near the building in question, her mother slowed to a stop, "Be good and be careful okay? If anything happens let me know. I'll come and get you."

"Alright mama, you have a good day okay? I love you." Michelle smiled as she unbuckled and opened the passenger door.

Her mother half smiled, "I will, you have a good day too. I love you Michelle."

She climbed out and closed the door behind her, and without looking back she headed through the open gate towards the hallway by her class. On round-up day she had been shown where her locker was, and it happened to be conveniently located right by her English class. Looking at her cell phone, the clock said 7:15. She had 5 minutes until the first bell, and another 5 before the late bell, giving her more than enough time to try to figure out her locker. At least, that is what she had presumed. She gave up trying to open it and managed to slip into her class just as the late bell had rung.

The teacher was a little old lady with round glasses on, who looked at her sternly, "You are late young lady. Everyone else managed to make it on time, you won't be a problem child will you?"

"No ma'am, I just couldn't get my locker open, I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Michelle retorted, looking at her feet as she felt the stares of the class on her.

Giving her a good once over, the teacher nodded, "Well there is only one seat left up here in the front, get seated and let's start class."

Without another word, she got into the empty seat at the table in the front of the room. She had been expecting single desks, not tables that sit three people, today was already starting off on the wrong food. She grabbed her notebook and pen out of her backpack before zipping it closed again. Michelle pulled the top half of her hair into a pony tail to get the strands of hair out of her face. As she looked around, she recognized almost everyone in the room. She had gone to school with most of them, whether that had been the school she just left, or the one she had been prior to moving. It was both a relief and a curse, a relief for not having embarrassed herself in front of strangers, but a curse because it was in front of people who already knew her.