Mean Girls: Andi Mack AU

Just Breathe

"This is your lunch, okay? Now, I️ put a dollar in there so you can buy some milk. You can ask one of the big kids where to do that," Bex said, handing me a lunch bag.

Bex eyed me up and down before exhaling.

"Okay? You ready?" she asked.

I️ stood up from the porch steps I️ was sitting on.

"I️ think so," I️ replied.

"It's Andi's big day," Bowie said, beginning to tear up a bit.

I️ guess it's natural for parents to cry on their kid's first day of school. But, you know, this usually happens when the kid is 5.

I️'m 16, and I know what you're thinking: homeschooled kids are usually freaks or weirdly religious or something, but my family's totally normal, except for the fact that my dad is in a rock band and we've spent most of my life on the road. Well, my dad decided to take a break from the thrill of rock and roll and got a gig giving private guitar lessons. My mom recently became a certified beautician, and is in the process of opening up her own shop: Cloud 10.

So, it was goodbye to the open road and hello Utah.

My parents hadn't gotten around to buying a car yet, so that morning my dad drove me to school in his tour van, which probably wasn't exactly the first impression I️ wanted to make.

When I️ opened the door and got out of the van, my dad got out to say goodbye to me.

"Are you nervous? It's okay to be nervous. I'm nervous for you. But nervousness is perfectly nervous," he said, which frankly wasn't helping me calm down, but I️ knew that he was trying and that's what mattered.

As I️ turned around, beginning to cross the street, I️ made the idiot move of forgetting to look both ways. Because of this, I️ ended up almost getting hit by a bus. After seeing my life flash before my eyes and hearing my father scream, I️ assured him that I️'d be more careful, and I️ felt a little bit guilty for making him even more nervous.

I️ survived long enough to make it to homeroom, managing to actually locate the room. Now there was finding out where to actually sit.

There was an empty seat in front of me, so, naturally, I️ decided to take it. However, I️ was soon stopped by a girl saying "you don't want to sit there."

She was a pretty girl, slender with brown skin and a mane of luscious curls framing her face.

"Kristin Hadley'll sit there to be next to her boyfriend," she explained.

As if on cue, a tall athletic girl took the seat and subsequently began making out with her boyfriend. I️ looked away to avoid watching them exchange saliva.

I️ then moved to a different seat, which was apparently also the wrong choice.

"Don't sit there," the curly haired girl said. "Do you want to carry attendance sheets to the office every day?"

The answer to that question was no, so I️ moved to another seat.

"No. He farts a lot," she said, gesturing to the guy in front of the seat.

I️ thanked her for helping me dodge a bullet. She gestured to the empty chair next to her and I️ took a seat. It was a much more complicated ordeal than I️ thought it would be, but at least I️ now had a place to sit.

"Did you go to St. Ann's last year?" the boy next to the curly haired girl asked me.

I️ shook my head.