The New Girl in Hillwood

The New Girl

My first day of junior year at a new school. An exciting, yet nerve-wrecking moment. My mind quickly pacing as the rushing thoughts of a new school cane upon me. New friends, new teachers, new neighborhood. Would it be like it was at any of the schools I've been to before? Of course not as smoothed out my dress in the car.
"Mom, you really didn't have to drive me to school. I don't want you to be late for school".
"Don't worry about me baby. It's not like I'll get in trouble with the boss. I am the boss", my mom chuckled.
See the reason why we moved to Hillwood was so that my mom could open a wedding dress boutique. She's a designer and designs everything from pants, jeans, tops and even shoes; her newest craze, however, are wedding dresses. Something about opening a wedding dress shop in a quaint, urban environment appealed to me mom and she insisted that we move there immediately.
While I was happy for my mom to expand her business and to venture outside of New York, I was concerned about how it would affect me rather than it would affect her. Moving from city to city hasn't had any success in my social life and thought of staring from square one again broke me out into a cold sweat.
I pulled down the car mirror to check my hair and make sure that I didn't have any fly aways. My short hair managed to stay perfectly in place while everything else looked naturally fine as well. Was this a sign I thought to myself. Maybe this move isn't so bad at all.
Just as my nerves calmed, we drove up to Bartlett High and my hands started to clam up.
"Baby, don't worry about it. Everything will be fine as long as you're in control of what happens. I promise".
"I don't know about this, mom. I want to believe you; I really do, but all signs point to disaster in that building", I urged.
"Would I send you somewhere knowing that you were in imminent danger?" My mom jokingly frowned.
I sigh. "I guess you have a point there".
I gave in knowing that my mom was right and I was just overreacting. Maybe these next two years of high school would be my best. Who knows.
"Alright, I'll be home around 8:00. Have a great first day of school, love!"
"Thanks, Mom! I'll have dinner ready when you get home and everything! Now go on, I don't want you to be late!"
"Don't worry!"
I looked at what seemed to be such a building and felt so small on the inside. I got out of car, smoothed out my dress yet again and grabbed my backpack out of the trunk.
"Hey Mara! You're going to do great, baby!"
"Thanks, Mom!" I smiled reassuringly.
I breathed in deeply and what confidently to what would be my new home forever.