Love is blind

A Fresh Start

Kira

I stood in front of West Hill high school, shaking with nerves. This was it. Finally, I could maybe start anew. Something kept me frozen in front of the school. A memory? Fear? Had super glue been spread on the bottom of my shoes? The fear one actually made sense because I had never been to a real school since I was a kid. I first started to release music when I was thirteen so I didn't have the time. I did high school online until now. Most of the world knows me as Poppy Love but my real name is Kira Day. I became a pop singer when I was thirteen years old and became a worldwide celebrity. Now I was in grade eleven and had absolutely no friends because being a worldwide celebrity meant I didn't have time for friends. I had fans. Emphasis on the had. Ever since the....accident, the whole world has ganged up on me. I snapped out of my daze and forced my feet to move. I couldn't dwell on that now.

I startled to let negative thoughts in. I thought that nobody would like me and I would be alone and hated forever. Taking a deep breath, I ignored the thoughts and kept going. I fixed my blonde hair and brushed invisible dust off my clothes. With sudden determination, I marched up the front stairs and pushed the doors open. I faked confidence as I walked down the hall. People gave me only a glance at first but when they realized who I was the glances turned into shocked expressions or glares. Let's be honest most of them were glares. I searched for a friendly face in the halls but I found none. Discouraged, I snatched my schedule from my pocket and searched for the room number of my first class. Math in room 1060.  Maybe I could make some friends in that class. At that point, I wished I wasn't as famous as I was. Everybody at this school knew who I was and what I did. Trying to stay positive, I kept walking and searched for my next class.

After what seemed like ages, I finally found it as the last bell rang. I rushed into class and tried to sit next to a nice looking girl with brown hair in a stylish hairdo. I gave her a friendly smile when she looked up at me. When she registered who I was her face turned to the opposite of mine.

"Is anyone sitting here," I asked in a nervously squeaky voice.

"Actually, yes," she said as soon as I was done talking.

Something in the way she looked at me told me there wasn't anyone actually sitting there. Her icy blue eyes bore into me as I walked away. From then every seat I tried to sit in was "taken" until I got to the very last row. An attractive boy with black hair and dark skin sat with a blank stare at the desk beside it. I looked at him cautiously and slowly began to sit in the chair. He didn't object so I decided to talk to him.

"Hi."

He turned and looked a little surprised. It was as if he didn't notice me

"Oh hey," he said, shyly, his chocolatey eyes moving towards mine.

There was an awkward silence. Maybe this kid wasn't saying a lot because he was too nice to tell me to leave. Maybe he just didn't want to hurt my feelings. Well, it was one of the only seats left so I didn't really have a choice. I needed to keep the conversation going. He was the only person who I maybe had a chance to talk to.

"Thanks for letting me sit here. It's hard being the new kid."

"Oh, no problem. I'm new here too. Thanks for making the first move."

It was good he was new too. Does that mean he's just as desperate to made friends as I was but was he desperate enough to make friends with the girl everyone hated?