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Your P.O.V
IT ALL STARTED AFTER SUMMER. Moving away from my hometown and best friends to a new school and a new house wasn't something I was excited about. I loved Riverdale and I hated having to leave Betty, Jughead, Archie, Veronica, and all my other friends, but I couldn't be selfish; Mom finally got a promotion at work and I couldn't put all that pressure on her. We had left my beloved mysterious town of Riverdale and started a whole new life at Greendale which now that I think about it, isn't much different from Riverdale.
I expected that my first day of school was going to be a rewind of how it's like every time I move to a new school; my books falling all over the place the second I walked through the door, getting lost and missing like, the first half hour of the first period and then getting laughed at by some condescending narcissist.
I sighed as I shut the door of the passenger seat, waving goodbye to my mom who was driving off to work. I held onto the straps of my backpack, hoping that I didn't look as nervous as I felt.
Walking up the steps leading up to the entrance door of Baxter High, my new school, I took in the people surrounding the doorway. Everyone was in a group of friends, barely anyone was standing alone, and it looked exactly the same on the inside.
I suddenly felt so small being just one person standing alone in a hallway filled with large groups of friends. I diverted my attention from my nervousness to looking for the guidance counselor's office. According to the email I had received yesterday informing me on orientation and how to get my schedule and everything, that was where I was supposed to go to.
Part of me was excited to meet new people and start classes, but the rest of me was worried that I wasn't going to meet new people and my classes and teachers were going to be awful.
And I was proved to be correct. For one part at least.
Walking into the principal's office in hopes that he'd be able to assist me in finding the guidance counselor, I saw a man in a suit, seated at his desk, looking into his phone at what I'm guessing was his reflection.
I walked up to his desk, remaining silent as he seemed quite... busy. Waiting patiently, I glanced around the large office space. Only a few students were inside, most of them signing a form that from a distance I believed was what you had to write in, in order to receive a late note.
