Once I saw those gates, my shoulders felt like an extra invisible weight had been added to my already heavy bag
Freshman year. Same school, different people and my heart felt like it could explode from all the anxiety that I've been through these past days, dreading my future in this changed school environment.
I reached my first class and was ready to meet those who are my new "friends". I already knew the big group, those who said jokes and laugh their lungs out while the teacher tried to calm everyone. I wasn't in good terms with these ones. Long story.
The others came from another school and were exactly like me: lost, insecure of what to do and trying to get unnoticed.
I took a sit at the back of the room, listening to every conversation that I could understand to distract myself. The worst part about being completely alone on the first day of freshman year? You have no one else to gossip.
The girl on the front, sitting with her boyfriend and sucking his face like there's no tomorrow, shielding their faces with a text book. Slut. I heard she is 18. Dumb much?
The two pretty girls whispering something with each other and looking around, probably trying to find their next pray. They look like the type that whores around everyone with a penis.
The handsome guy, with a stunning smile and huge biceps, possibly trying to get laid this night. From the conversation I heard, its a plus that he is cute, because there's nothing more that can get him a girl.
The tall guy in the front row, giving the air that he is a physics genius and wants to be an engineer.
The ugly girl with an hysterical laugh, trying to get everyone's attention. Geez, someone has the diva complex mixed with the wrong body.
I know what you must be thinking: "God, this girl is such a bitch! Why does she have to think about everyone like they have done something bad to her in the past?". Here's the answer: when you've been betrayed so many times like I did, you stop expecting and trusting. Better a frozen heart than a broken one. Sweet hearts always end up in pieces.
While I was thinking about my past experiences, I noticed a girl with really short brown hair and piercing chocolate eyes looking straight at me, giving the idea that she was as lost as i was. Something about her look made me want to know her but creeped me out at the same time.
We stood there, looking at each other for only God knows how long until...
"I'm sorry to interrupt your little moment, but i'm trying to teach you something and for that I need to know your names, so, if you dont mind, present yourself". Someone is in a bad mood...
I heard ugly face (I'm going to call her just that) laugh like someone had just said something really funny and I gave her my best bitch look. she looked away. good.
"Anna Montenegro, 15 years old, and unlike all of you, I have a brain that works properly"
Good way to make new friends...
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a/n: i'm sorry if this is a little short but I have to stop on the right places or it would lost some magic ahahhaha. i might do a double update today, idk. i'm in love with you guys! you are giving me such a positive feedback and i'm loving it. please, continue like this and tell me what you think/comment/vote/message.me/stalk me or do some crazy stuff like that. love you all x
