I walk down the hallway. I keep my head down, I don't need another reason to be judged, so I just keep to myself mostly. I feel very self conscience just talking to people in general. I'm trying to find my locker when someone runs into me I fall back onto the floor and my books get sprawled out through the hall.
" I'm so sorry." i say, looking up at her.
She just looks at me with a sad look on her face. The next thing I know she's running down the hall with her head down. She looked like she may have been scared. I wonder why she didn't say anything to me. Maybe im just a freak, so she freaked out and didn't want to say anything. Maybe she didn't know what to say. I shrug it off and proceed to finding my locker. I can't find it downstairs so I race up the stairs, just hoping I'm not late. The new kid late on her first day, not a very good first impression.
I finally find it and cram all my stuff in my locker. I check my schedule, then grab what i need for my morning classes. I finally make it to my first period, sociology, and sit in the very back, again making sure not to draw attention to myself.
I turn and glace at the person sitting next to me. I had this strange feeling they were staring at me. I was correct. The girl that ran into me in the hall was staring back at me with gorgeous blue eyes. I had to force myself to look away.
I spent the rest of the class period with my eyes glued to my notebook as I took notes. The bell rang. I quickly gathered my books and practically ran to my next class.
I just hope she wasn't there to.
