The New Girl

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Walking into the school, I look around to see who is there. I see no one familiar. I walk towards a group of girls, who immediately shut me out. I walk in another direction to a group of mixed guys and girls. Again, I am shunned.

When I am about to give up hope, a girl with black hair in a ponytail motions me over. I look behind me to see if she was motioning to anyone else. Nope. I shyly walk over to her.

"Hey," she says, "You new here?"

I nod a tiny little bit.

"I'm Isabella Garcia- Shapiro. What's your name?" she says, flipping her black ponytail over her shoulder.

"August Oliver."

"Oh cool, " she says, " Do you know who your homeroom teacher is?"

"Uhh, I think Ms. Blend." I say nervously.

"Awesome!! She's my homeroom too!"

"Hey Isabella? Who ya talking to?" a boy with orange hair says and turns to us. He is wearing a sweatshirt that is yellow with an orange stripe and jeans.

"Oh this is August. She is in our homeroom." Isabella explains.

"Sweet. I'm Phineas," he says, offering me his hand. I shake it and nod my head.

"Yo nerds," a deep, raspy voice says. We all turn around to see a bulky boy in a black t-shirt, red varsity jacket, and brown pants. He was striding towards us with a sort of confidence. When he gets to us, he puts his arm around an Indian looking boy who bends a bit under the heavy arm.

"What up, Buford?" Phineas says. Buford grunts.

"Well, I got a new book. It's called 'As You Wish'.  It looks good. Who's the new girl?" He says, motioning to me.

At the mention of my favorite book, I perk up. I then put my head down so I don't attract too much attention to myself.

Phineas points at me. "This is August," he says, "She's in Blend's class."

"Hello August," Buford says. The Indian boy next to him waves a hand.

"And I am Baljeet," he says with a thick accent. I just nod politely and close my eyes.

When I open them again, I see a tall boy nonchalantly walking towards us. He has green hair, a purple vest over a long sleeved cream colored shirt, and grey pants. I gasp. I know him.

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