The New Girl

First Day

My new school. Teenagers were standing in groups outside the school. They were multinationals, but as far as my identification sense worked, I felt they were mostly Americans and few, Europeans. As I walked up the stairs, they stared. I heard whispers and giggles, "Is she new?", "New girl, eh?", "Hot", "Whoa", "Chic". I got dirty looks from some girls, which indicated their jealousy, "Whatever", they said. I won't brag or anything but according to what people have told me, I am pretty, and hot too. My hair is long, wavy and a rich shade of mahogany.  My eyes, framed by long lashes, are emerald-green with a slight sparkle in them. My straight and small nose, and high cheekbones adorned my glowing skin. I have maintained my body very well, which suites my long face perfectly. But pretty girls don't always have a good time, a sign of which I had already got at the entrance. Tough time.

I checked my schedule. My first course was Literature, followed by few others. I searched for the room but, given the enormous amount of courses they provided here, it was almost impossible to find it. I decided to ask someone but who? There were a multitude of students here, majority of which seemed to me as hyper-active. As I looked around, I spotted two boys near the Locker Section. They seemed a tiny bit different from the other people around, or should I say, more decent. They seemed to be indulged in a serious conversation. I walked up to them. "Um, excuse me?", I asked, a little hesitatingly, even though I don't know why I hesitated. I have always been the confident types, but, today I was very confused. One guy turned to face me, "Wha... ?", he gaped. "Huh?", I asked, confused. He looked shocked, I wondered why. "How come are you here, Grace?", he questioned, still shocked. "Sorry? Grace? I'm Sharon.", I replied. I have to admit, this, was one of the weirdest conversations I've had. "No, no! You're Grace, don't try to fool me. Now tell me real quick, why have you come back?". "I'm sorry Mr.- whatever your name is, I have completely no idea what you are talking about. This is my first day in this Academy and here is my enrollment sheet. It clearly states that  I'm Sharon Jones.", I replied, annoyed, I handed him my enrollment sheet. He took it and started reading. And then, as if he just gained his consciousness, started talking again, "Uhh.., I-I a-am sorry. But are you sure you don't have any relation with Grace Smith? Your twin, maybe? Or, cousin?", he spoke very quickly. "Calm down, Ryan. She said it's her first day, didn't she?", the other guy spoke, then he turned to me, "Look, Miss-uh- Sh-sharon, I'm sorry on Ryan's behalf, he got a little stressed out. There used to be a girl here, who looked just like you but things went wrong and.. let's not get into all that now.", he tried to handle the situation. A part of me made me feel that I should ignore this whole me-looking-like-Grace thing, but another part of me made me feel that there is something wrong. Many ideas popped up in my head, could this incident be related to that memory, back in Anaheim, or was this a whole new issue waiting for me here? 

"Um, it's totally alright. I can understand. Oh, and I do not have any relation with anyone named Grace Smith. Anyway, I need a little help. If you do not mind, can you please give me directions for the Literature room?", I asked. "Sure, it's on the way to the cafeteria, which is towards the right from here, just look around, you'll find it.", the other guy spoke. Ryan still seemed worried. "Thanks.", I said.

I thought of checking out my locker before heading towards my class. I started walking and I realized, the Ryan guy was staring at me. As I opened my locker, he watched with concentration. I kept a few books there and headed towards my class.

I entered the room and took the front seat, the only one empty there. I thought about the Grace incident. Usually, if there was any other matter such as this, I would've taken it lightly, but given myself being the "new girl" here, it wasn't safe for me to do so. I felt that I should talk to this Ryan guy again, and try to help him. He looked scared and stressed. My thoughts were interrupted by a very cheerful voice, "Good morning students!". My schedule sheet told me that my Lit professor was going to be Prof. Scott. The students wished him back. He looked like a middle-aged man with spectacles, too happy for his age. He looked at me, "Oh, we gotta new girl!" he exclaimed as if he had never seen a new student in his class before. "Would you give a little introduction of yourself, dear?", he asked. I was in no mood for this, but I had no choice. I stood up, "Well, I'm Sharon Jones. I shifted to this country about a month back due to my dad's transfer. I've always lived in Anaheim, CA, until now." I said in a very boring tone. "Hmm, how about your interests, Sharon?", he asked. Ugghhh. Why won't he stop? "I play basketball and I like painting", I answered, truthfully. "Well that's great. Now you may have your seat and we'll proceed with the class."

After Lit, I decided to take a little break before heading towards my next course. I decided to go to the cafeteria. I headed towards the Locker Section to keep my books. I opened my locker, there was a note. Note? After just one course on my first day? I wondered. 
Go back Grace, or I'll tell everyone about what happened on that night. I won't let you sleep peacefully Grace!  
My mouth dropped open. What?
There was another piece of paper too, I opened it, a picture of me or Grace, at a graveyard, her head bent towards a coffin. The angle of the picture implied that it had been taken from a hidden area. like, behind a tree. 
Who had done this? The Ryan guy? But he didn't seem like that kind of person. He had looked rather concerned. I had to find out. I can't just let my new school life get ruined like the previous one. 
I can't.

AUTHOR'S NOTE :
THE SECOND PART! HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THE FIRST PART. DO TELL ME IF YOU HAVE ANY COMMENTS REGARDING IT. MORE PARTS COMING SOON!