Out of the Blue

Short Story

“Emma, hurry up”

Great. I was going to be late for my first day at a brand new school. My parents were always moving houses in new cities. It annoyed me that I couldn’t stay in one town for long enough to make proper friends. They always moved because my parent thought it would be a great idea to be travel journalists which involves us to travel and find the best places to stay and live. On the upside, we always go on holidays.

“Emma. You’re going to make me late now. I need to go to the office at 8. Hurry!”

I guess I better get up then. I ran around my room to try to find my new uniform, ran to the bathroom and quickly tied up my hair and quick brush of my teeth. Mum was waiting downstairs with an apple in her hand, passed it to me. The both of us ran to the car in a rush and started driving.

“What was taking you so long?” My mother asked me.

“Just thinking, as usual. I just feel like changing schools all the time isn’t benefiting me at all.”

“Well I’m sorry but it’s my job. I thought you liked travelling?”

“Yeah but I don’t have one friend who’s stayed with me.”

The car ride to my new school felt like it went for ages while we were sitting in silence. My mum finally pulled up at the front gate. I read the front sign saying ‘Hillside High School’. Well that explains the bumpy turf. I said bye to mum and walked towards the front door of the office. A nice looking old lady was sitting at a very old table.

“Hello dear.” She said to me. “I’m Mrs Little”

I went through my same scripted lines again. “Hello I’m Emma Hastings. I’m new and supposed to be going into Year 12.”

“Ah yes. Emma dear. This is your schedule and new school pamphlet which just says all the rules and all that jazz.”

I took the papers and looked for my first class.

“Excuse me um Mrs Little?”

“Yes dear?”

“Where is my first classroom? I don’t really understand it.” I usually am pretty good at reading most timetables but this one was a little more complex. She told me where to find the classroom and gave me the directions I was looking for. I followed the way Mrs Little told me. Out the door, second door to the left, up the staircase and the classroom shouldn’t be far from there. I knocked on the door and the teacher opened the door.

“Yes?” he asked. He wasn’t very old, maybe mid thirties?

“I’m supposed to be in this class. I’m new.” I said.

“Well come on in!” he said excitedly. “Introduce yourself.”

I walked in slowly to my new class. All pairs of eyes were staring at me. This part was always the worst. The introduction. This script was different though. The standard greeting then the; my name is and which school I’ve come from. I said all these things to my new class and the teacher walked up behind me.

“I’m Mr White. There’s a spare seat next to Bailey right over there.” He pointed to the seat in the far corner of the room. The boy I was to sit next to was gorgeous. He probably thinks I’m the weird new girl though. I walked over to the chair and sat down next to Bailey. I said hello then stayed quiet the rest of the class.

The period ended a short time later. I followed the crowed out the door when a tall red headed girl who I recognised from that class, pulled my shirt back.

“Why were you talking to my boyfriend?!” she yelled at my face.

“Um. I. I.” Way to make a great start Emma. “All I did was say hello.”

She turned around to walk away so I tried to walk forward to get away when something hit my face. This girl just slapped me.

“What the hell was that for?!” I screamed at her. I walked up next to her and getting into her face. I was shorter than her so it looked a bit funny.

“You’re trying to steal my boyfriend!”

“How the hell am I supposed to do that when I just met the bloody kid!”

At the corner of my eye I saw Bailey walking towards this redheaded girl. He pulled her back and told her that I was only trying to be nice and greeting him. She started to calm down a bit. Some other guy came over to me and gave me an ice pack for my face.

“That was pretty big of you. She usually gets more violent but nobody stands up to her.” He told me. He held out his hand for me to shake. “I’m Hayden.”

I smiled and shook it. This kid was really nice. Not many people would help the new girl. “Emma” I said in return. “I don’t understand who would want to go out with her. She looks like the clingy type.”

“Yeah I think so. I think she’s pretty but her attitude towards everything stinks.”

For once I think I’m finally meeting someone who will actually enjoy my company. Let’s just say this was an interesting first day.