Shortest Infinity

Problem

I stride into school feeling confident, beautiful and happy with myself. Wherever this "band" was going we were all going to make this work. All three of us. I put my stuff in my locker, grabbed my folders and went to class.
Emma didn't even say hello and Sara just stares disapprovingly. So I didn't say hello either. I guess this was the game I was playing now.
THIS is the game I'm playing now? No. Only a few days in and I'm lonely again. Well, of course I was lonely while I was homeschooled but this is a whole other level. I'm surrounded by kids and I'm being shunned.
"Wow, Elena. How rude of you. Not even a single word of acknowledgement." Emma drawls, one hand on her waist and her hips jetted out to the side.
"I didn't kn-" I start.
"Sorry but we aren't talking to you today. Because I guess now you're friends with boys. You know that's like against the rules of girl code right?"
"But they were so nice and I'm just trying to make friends!" I say; raising my voice.
"If you want to stay afloat here you want to stay with us and not fly astray to the group of BOYS." Sara adds.
"Alright." I say.
"Good. But still we are going to shun you for today." Sara says and then dramatically turns away from me.

"So are you ready for the band meeting?" Jacob asks. He seems like such a sweet boy.
"Yeah." I say with the most enthusiasm I have had all day.
We sit at a round table by the door while other kids mill around during their study period. Brett has a notebook. "Running" is the written on the top margin of the paper in big, right slanted boyish letters.
"So Elena because you're new here why don't you kick us off? Tell us a little about yourself."
"I was homeschooled for my whole life until now. My family is from Finland;"
"Finland?!" Brett exclaims.
"FINLAND?!" Jacob exclaims almost shrieking.
"That's where REAL metal music comes from!" Brett says looking thoroughly impressed; his green eyes bulging out of his head.
"That's also where real hockey comes from!" Jason says, bouncing in his seat.
"The first song that we're going to write is called 'Running'." Brett says now in a calm tone.
"I like that name." I say.

"Excuse me children; may I please have a moment with our friend Elena for a while? Thanks..." She says, her vocal cords frying on the last syllable.

"Hi Ms. Taylor." I say.
"Hello, Ms. Astala." She mocks with a stiff, sarcastic smile.
" I have been observing your behavior around children and it has come to my attention that your social skills are lacking. Am I not correct?" She says, widening her eyes; she's looking at me like I'm dumb . I'm extremely embarrassed and I know what I do so I just shrug.
"See there? A person who is not socially retarded would have agreed or replied. Elena, I don't think you work well in social situations, I would appreciate it very much if you wouldn't interact with the other children during free period. Maybe you should just sit at you desk and observe the other kids' proper social interactions. Okay?"
"Okay." I reply.
"See! Much better Elena!" And she escorts me back to my seat.

Jason and Brett walk over to me.
"Hey, you can come back and hang with us now." Brett says.
"Actually I can't. Ms. Taylor says that I can't interact socially." Jason just laughs and says,
"Honestly?"
"Yes." I reply.