There's a whole lotta white people here.
Not that I don't like white people or anything like that, it's just that this is my first time being completely surrounded by them. I see about twenty black people here, and probably the other two-hundred count of students are white or at least mixed. I've never been to a school where I was a part of the minority. My dad said that when he went to school back in the day here, it was the absolute same way.
He drops me off at the front of the school, wishing me a good first day and to be nice. I can be nice. I just really hope no one says anything slick to me, is all.
I sigh as I walk inside of the large vicinity, filled with hurried students and teachers rushing to get to their places. Some are on their phones, some have food in their hands or in their mouth, and some are occupied holding their boo thang's hand.
Ew.
I don't believe in the concept of love. Or relationships, really. I'm talking about romantic love. Yes, of course I love my parents and my other family members, but people outside of the family circle? Nope.
I look down at my sheet of classes, and fix my glasses to see that my first class is AP World Geography & History, room 511.
"Hi, you must be Dejha! It's so nice to meet you!" I look up from the sheet to see a girl standing in font of me with a big, welcoming smile on their face. She's gotten long, straight and silky blonde hair. Her eyes are an electrifying blue color, and it compliments her flushed and blushed cheeks. She has on some black satin dress pants, matched with a white float tank top and some black stilettos to finish off her look.
"Hi, it nice to meet you too. Um, how'd you know my name?" I ask her, and she waves toward someone behind me who seemed to get her attention.
"Oh, I'm Amber Lodge. My mother is the principal, and that automatically makes me the student guide for anyone who's new here. Which, by the way, is rare given that everyone here has known each other since daycare." She chuckles, and I roll my eyes.
"Great, I'm the new kid all over again." I mumble so that she can't hear me.
"Oh you'll be fine! So, what brings you here to Fall River?" She looks down at the sheet of my classes that I didn't even notice she took out of my hand. What the hell?
And how'd she hear me?
"My dad just retired from the Air Force. This is his hometown and he wanted to move back after he was sure he wouldn't have been stationed to another base. So, here I am." I shrug, and she nods as we dodge the other students trying to get to their classes.
"That's interesting. Your mom from here too?" She asks, and I scoff.
"Nah, she's from Mississippi. She just hates that she had to move to this small town. But that was what my dad pleaded for for his retirement, so that's what he got."
"Oh okay. Well, here's Mr. Alaric. Will you be good for the rest of the day?" She asks, me and I nod. "Alrighty, well I'll check in with you at lunchtime. Good luck!"
"Thanks." I say, and walk in after waving goodbye to her. She's nice. Nosy, yes, but overall sweet. She also seems to have a faint accent as well. Irish, I think.
I take a seat in the very back, near a big empty space of desks and some black students.
"Hi, I'm guessing you're new around here since I've never seen you before." One of the guys says and chuckles, and I laugh along with him.
"Yeah. I'm Dejha, nice to meet you." I shake his hand.
"And I'm Derrick. Nice to meet you too."
