The Subway Surfers

The Newbie

I walked into Oakwood High School on that cool autumn Friday feeling smaller than ever. Granted, I was only 5 feet tall, incredibly short for even a freshman, but something about this new public school made me feel as tiny as a fly.

As I ducked and weaved my way through the crowded halls, I tried to locate a friendly face. Someone I'd seen at the mall, or met at a party of some sort, but no one looked familiar. In fact, no one seemed at all friendly to me. I was five minutes late to homeroom because I had to ask four people before someone told me where Mrs. Wilson's classroom was.

When I entered the room, 23 pairs of eyes fell on me. Mrs. Wilson turned out to be a sort of woman that appeared to never have anything under control. She was short and skinny, with a frail frame and coke-bottle glasses. She was rushing around, trying to sort papers when I walked in. She looked up, and took a double take, looking at my hair. Of course, I definitely did not have the most usual of hair styles (the left side shaved off with the right shoulder length and dyed pink and blue) but still, it was no reason to stare.

"Oh," she exclaimed, "You must, um, be our new student. Class, this is, um, Lucy." She then turned back to her papers, without giving me a seating assignment. Even though it wasn't what I was used to, I was definitely not going to stand at the front of the class until the bell rung, as there was no way Mrs. Wilson was going to look up.

I slowly walked up the middle aisle, trying to pretend that I didn't see every eyeball in the class watching me choose. There were at least 5 empty seats in the classroom, and I was afraid that if I made one wrong move I would end up with the wrong crowd.

Luckily for me, I never had to make that choice. "Lucy! Sit here." I turned to see a blonde with an extremely high ponytail waving at me like we'd met before. I gave her a thankful look and sat down in the seat beside her. Once everyone stopped staring, I turned to the girl.

"Thanks so much for that," I said.

"No prob," said the girl. She was wearing a white tank top, blue sweat shorts, bright red sneakers, and a red sweatband. "I'm Tasha."

"I'm Lucy, as you already know."

"So what classes do you have next? Give me your schedule." She quickly skimmed over it. "Oooh, you have Carlson for math? Watch out for him, he's a toughie. Wilson here is nice enough, I guess...always forgets to give us our homework, which is a plus. Hmm, Thompson is awesome, as long as you like art..." I did. Art was my favorite subject. I doodled in my free time at home. "And the rest of your teachers I don't have. Good luck with them."

"Thanks."' The bell rang. I waved goodbye to Tasha, thinking that maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

The next four periods went by in a blur. Moving to a new school in the middle of October definitely wasn't the most convenient thing, considering that all the teachers were in the middle of units and all. I was just forty minutes of pretending I had any idea what anyone was talking about and getting stacks of make up work from all the teachers. By the time fifth period rolled around, I had 3 folders full of make up.

Fifth period was lunch. I had been dreading this all day, but as soon as I walked through the lunch room door, I heard a familiar voice. "Hey Lucy! Come sit with us!" I spotted Tasha sitting at a table by the windows with her other friends. "I saved you a seat."

I went to take a seat when I another blonde, this one with rectangular black glasses and a red hat, said, "Woah, there, hot shot, this table is for Subway Surfers only."

Tasha ran to my aid. "Hey, you can't just do that, she..."

A pretty girl with a huge afro spoke to me. "Would you mind stepping over there for a sec? This is kinda private..."