Miss Goody Two Shoes

MGTS- First Day pt. 1

>> UNEDITED <<

It's been a week now since we've officially moved in and it's actually looking pretty good.

We hired workers to help us move in and repair things, so things have went much faster than it would have without them.

As of right now, it's 6:30 in the morning and I just finished taking a shower.

I wrap a towel around my body, then walk into my room.

As I look at the backpack placed on the floor I feel my stomache churn.

This is going to be my first day at my new school.

What makes me the most nervous is the fact that it's a public school.

I've only been to private schools.

Hell, I've been to the same school school 7th grade.

I mean, I know it won't be like those typical highschool movies where everyone pushes you into a locker with every step you take, but still.

It won't be that bad. You already know how to communicate with people so that's one step, right?

I chuckle to myself and smile.

Gotta stay positive.

It's the first day, so I need to look good.

I rummage around and find a silky black skater skirt and an Aztec print crop top.

Basic, I know. But in my defense, I need to fit at least a little bit in.

I slip the clothes on and walk back into the bathroom.

I look in the mirror and my eyes shoot up to the side of my Forehead.

Somehow, a fricken zit formed over night and placed itself on my head.

What the hell? Couldn't it be somewhere hidden? Like my left buttcheek or something?

I grab my makeup kit and look for my cover up.

I open it and pat some on the zit. Then I place light powder all over myself to control shine.

I curl my lashes and put two cotes of mascara.

I sigh, finally. Done.

I glance at the time and almost choke on my own tongue.

I run to my room and grab my white flats and backpack then run to the door.

I grab my keys and run out.

•~•

I walk into the front office and ask for my schedule.

School started weeks ago so I need to get my papers now.

I go up to a woman that looks to be in her late 40's.

I smile at her "excuse me"

She looks up and I see her hazel eyes that are engulfed in makeup.

"Well, hello there. May I have your name please?" she gives a side smile.

By the sound of her voice, I can assume she smokes.

"Isabella Louis Parker"

She nods her head and starts typing.

She stands up and goes towards the printer.

After about 1 minutes she grabs newly printed paper and hands it to me.

"This is your schedule. if you need any hel-" she attempts to explain something but someone comes barging in through the doors.

My eyes shoot up to a muscular guy being accompanied by a teacher.

His shirt looks like a designer brand white t-shirt and his jeans are a dark tint.

"Mrs. Blake, Mister Woods here has been very disruptive. May he stay here for the rest of the period?" he looks angry as he speaks.

"Yes. Take a seat Zachary" she points to a seat in the corner.

"It's Zac." He corrects her then takes his seat, annoyed.

His eyes catch mine.

His lips arch into a smirk and he winks at me.

I roll my eyes.

He was hot up until now. I'm not into conceeded men.

I turn back to Mrs. Blake. I smile and nod my head "Continue"

She smiles and seems to appreciate my gesture.

"Like I was saying, if you need any help ask the teachers or any of the staff members. That's why they are here after all, to help you" she hands me my schedule.

"Thank you" I start to walk away when I feel eyes staring at me.

I turn back around to see Zac staring at me smirking.

I turn back around quickly as my cheeks heat up.

Why am I blushing?