BLUE

2. Green stain

When I turned around the blue haired girl was standing right behind me, gripping onto her black shoulder bag. She smiled, and I couldn't help but let out a laugh. She was right, it was really ridiculous, but I always wore these white shirts. My parents taught me to always look presentable, so I did.

"You might want to check that out" she said and pointed to my chest.

I looked down and discovered a stain of green paint on my white shirt. I could feel my whole body beginning to fill with panic.

"Oh, come on" I said and ran a hand over my face. Of course, this was going to happen on my first day.

"Sorry" the girl said, and I could see she was trying not to laugh at me. I didn't blame her.

"I'm Becca" she said and looked me in the eyes.

"I'm Blake" I said and reached my hand out for her to shake.

"Wow, so polite" she said with a surprised look and shook my hand.

"Where are you from Blake?" she asked me.

I got a weird feeling in my stomach when she looked me in the eyes. I felt kind of mesmerized by her. 

"Uhm, I'm from here, Columbus. I just transferred schools" I explained to her.

"Oh, I see. Well, welcome to East High then" she said and smiled at me again.

I smiled back at her. She made me feel kind of shy. I didn't know how to talk to her, and I couldn't understand why.

"Well, I'll see you around then" she said and turned around, but I stopped her.

"Wait! Maybe you could help me find room 13?" I asked her.

"Sure, of course" she said and began to walk again.

I followed after her while the halls became more and more empty as the students got their books and went to class.

"So, where did you transfer from?" she asked me. I could feel her look up at me, but I kept looking at my shoes.

"Well, I transferred from this all boys private school a little outside of town" I answered still looking down at my shoes.

"Oh, how come?" she asked. Her question kind of startled me.

"Well, I guess I just got tired of it. I've been home schooled my whole life and when I was 16 I got sent to that private school, but I never really felt like it was the right fit for me. I've always wanted to go to a normal high school" I answered her. I could feel my cheeks getting warmer. I was afraid she would feel uncomfortable about my honesty.

"Wow, home schooled your whole life? I don't know how you survived that" she said and made me laugh, honestly I didn't know either. We walked for a little while and suddenly she stopped.

"Here we are" she said and looked over at the class room right in front of us. Room 13, this was it.

"Thanks a lot" I said and gave her smile.

"No problem. I hope you get everything figured out"

I smiled at her and thanked her again.

"I'll see you around" she said and backed away.

I nodded at her and then she was gone. Well not total gone, I could still see her turquoise blue hair walking down the hall and into a class room. I had a lot of questions about this girl, but I was probably never going to get them answered. I looked down at the green stain on my shirt and sighed. I was going to have to wear my jacket all day.

After two hours of math it was finally lunch time, and I really needed some food, but first I needed to find the locker I had gotten assigned. I got some books from the math teacher that I needed to put in there. To my surprise it didn't take me that long to find my locker. I had number 324. I put my books in it and shut it closed. I looked around at all the students who was either putting stuff in their locker or walking towards the cafeteria. Almost everybody was wearing t-shirts and jeans, or sweatshirts and jeans.

I couldn't spot a single person with a button up shirt. I did see some people with flannel shirts on, but flannel shirts were not my thing. My dad always said that flannel shirts was for people who lived in the woods or were homeless.

I went to the bathroom to do my business, and when I washed my hands I took a long look at myself in the mirror. Somehow, I looked so different from the people here, I looked like I didn't really fit in. I wondered how that girl Becca did it, how she walked around the halls looking so much different than others but was just fine with it. I couldn't do that, I needed to fit in, and hopefully get some friends. It was the whole reason I chose to transfer here, to finally be a normal teenager.

I tucked my white shirt out of my black pants and even though it was a little crumbled in the back, it didn't look the worst. I ran my hands through my black gelled hair and messed it around a bit until it didn't look so stiff anymore. To finish it off I took off my glasses and looked in the mirror. It was a little harder for me to see without my glasses, but not everything was blurry. I didn't look so up-tight anymore. I looked more relaxed, like everyone else in this school did.

I put my glasses in my pocket and sighed. I walked out the bathroom feeling even more scared but still excited. Would people notice me, or would I just be another person walking around? I hoped I could just blend in the right way.