I walk to my first period class, Art, and sit at a table with a giant red square smack in the middle.
"Are you new?"
I looked up at the girl who had asked me a question. Her long brown hair flowed down her shoulders, her hazel eyes batting.
"Um, yeah," I mumbled. "I'm Lana Muran."
"I'm Rachel Norberry. This is Tiffany and Morgan." Rachel said, pointing at the girls sitting next to her.
"So," Rachel began. "I saw you talking to Kory Adams."
"Uh, yeah." I squirmed a little in my stool.
Finally, as the bell rang, the teacher walked in.
"Ok class," she said, her voice booming. "We have a new student from Dallas. Ms. Lana, will you raise your hand so people can see you?"
I shakily raised my quivering hand and said, "Hi. I'm Lana Muran."
The teacher kept talking, and I totally spaced out until the bell rang.
"Listen, Muran." I turned around.
Rachel?
I gulped. "Yeah?" I squeaked.
"Stay away from Kory." she snapped. "He is the most popular guy and is TAKEN by the most popular girl. ME." she said. Then, she gave a sly smirk, twiddled her fingers, and walked away, with Tiffany and Morgan close behind. I blinked a couple times to soak in what just happened.
Boyfriend?
Popular?
Twiddling?
I just shook my head and headed to my second period class, when suddenly, I bumped into someone.
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New Girl
Teen FictionLana Rose Muran couldn't be more depressed. Her brother had died in a car crash, her dad left her mom before she knew him, and to top it all off, she was moving to someplace where her mother could find a job. That place had to be California. A new s...
