Feelings

The New Girl in Town

I wake up to the sound of my alarm pounding into my ears. I groan as I pull myself out of my comfortable bed. Today I start my first day at school here in LA. Ever since my mom and dad divorced this September, I've been dreading going to school here. My Dad and I packed our things and left her, and now we're here. The idea of starting over, and making new friends sounds exhausting but I force myself to the bathroom, and try to start my day on a good note.

I take a quick shower and blow dry my hair. I straighten my wavy blonde hair and get changed into a blue, white, and red stripped long sleeve and mom jeans. I pair this outfit with my white vans and put some concealer under my eyes. I look into the mirror with fear. I wonder if anyone will like me there and if I'll make any friends. I erase my fearful thoughts from my brain immediately telling myself to calm down. "Bella!" I hear my dad call and I break out of my daze.

After a few deep breaths, I head downstairs. I spot my dad sitting on the island, drinking his black coffee, just like always. He gives me a look of fear, reading my mind.I give him a fake smile, to reassure him. Hopefully that works.

"Today will be great Bell," he proclaims. I want to believe him, I really do. But it was hard finding the friends I had back in Ontario. It was hard to leave Canada, and I'm scared. I don't want to be all alone in this new high school.

"I think so too," I lie.

"Great! I made waffles and the syrups on the counter." I'm glad my dads doing better after everything with my mom. It's definitely reassuring and I'm happy that he's happy. I just wish I could calm myself down. I barely eat my waffles and my dad, fortunately, drives me to school. The drive is relatively short, my schools only a couple minutes away. I wish it was far so the ride was longer, but that would mean the drive back would be long. If only I was back home...

We pull up to the school and my nerves kick in like lightning, striking me with fear, nervousness and a little excitement. I blow my dad a kiss goodbye and walk up to the doors. I guess this is it. I look into the glass door and see a completely new school filled with people i've never met.

The women at the front desk opens the door and leads me to the main office.

"Please be seated here. The principal will meet with you momentarily" she whispered, trying not to make too much noise.

I sit in one of the leather chairs and pick at my fingernails. I notice someone in the corner of my eye. He has blue green eyes and dirty blonde hair. I've never seen anyone with those eyes. They're so gorgeous and he is too. He's wearing a white t-shirt with vertical black and white stripped pants. He pouts his lips as he scrolls through his phone. I notice myself staring and snapped out of my gaze. Hopefully he didn't see me.

"Bella Stone?"

I look up to see a middle aged man call for me from a door. I get up and grab my bag and head towards the door. I can't help to notice the mystery boy looking up and smirking at me. I wonder what he's thinking inside that gorgeous- ugh. I need to control myself. I can't let what happened with me and Drake happen here...

"Bella! Welcome to Windenbrook High! We can't wait to see your potential grow here!" the man exclaimed with lots of enthusiasm and excitement. I groan mentally and my urge to run out is killing me. He points to a chair in his office and sits at his desk.

"I'd like to introduce myself: I am Mr.Villoden, the principal here at Windenbrook,"

"Nice to meet you Mr.Villoden,"

"Right back at ya!" I cringe.

"How do you feel? Excited? Nervous?" he questions.

"Very nervous, but the way I have been greeted has made me feel better,"

"That's amazing! I have your schedule here. You start of with Music class, then off to Science, Math, and Language Arts. Don't worry about the afternoon just yet, I'll let your helper do all that,"
Helper? What? I figure it's some weirdo who tries very hard to be liked by the principal. He steps out of his chair and walks up to the opened door.

"John! I need you to meet your new friend!"

I turn around to see that boy from before! We look into each other's eyes and i quickly turn back, forcing myself not to stare. He sits in the chair next to me, holding his backpack and a guitar case. He flicks his hair and gives me a fake smile. I want to give him a dirty look but i'm paraded by the words of the principal.

"Bella, this is John Vincent. John, this is Bella Stone. He can be a little tense sometimes, but i'm sure once you warm up to him you'll get along great!"

I turn to him and he just looks at me blankly. I want to punch his gorgeous face.

"Urm.....Hi?" I say shyly.

"Hey,"

The principal hands me my schedule and looks back at John.

"Be nice or your going to have to go back to detention, okay?" he scolds.

"Mhm..." What a little brat! Why is he so rude! No wonder he's here, he got in trouble! I look at him again and notice his hands are in fists and if looks could kill: I'd probably be dead.

"Go along kids, have a good day Bella!" he shouts out as we both exit his office. As i walk out of the main office I'm even more scared than before. John walks in front of me and I don't worry to catch up.

"What's your first class?" he questions.

"Music..,"

"Same, i'll walk you there. I'm hoping the asshole doesn't need me to do this for every class," he snaps.

"Um yeah."I can't think of anything else to say. The walk to the music room was longer than I anticipated. All the girls in the hallway look at John and leave their jaws dropped open. He chuckles and walks slower, getting in sync with my walking. I notice all of the girls give me dirty looks. I feel redness on my face thanks to the way John acted. He looks at me and chuckles nonchalantly.

Once we arrive at the music room, I walk up to the front.

"Hey, are you a new student?" a pretty young woman questions. Her hair is pulled back into a low pony tail and her glasses are hung low on her nose

"Yes, my name is Bella Stone,"

"Well, Bella, my name is Mrs.Langford and I will be your new music teacher!"she jumps excitedly. I turn to look at the other students but notice suddenly it's only John, me and 4 other kids.

"Take a seat next to John, it seems like he's warmed up to you" Not! I walk up to the desk and sit down. I pull out a pencil from my backpack and a piece of white lined paper.

"Today we're going to be writing a song. You will work in partners and have to write a song expressing your compatibility" Great! A song about compatibility when I know no one! I want to cry...