This is it, my first day at a new school. My name is Elizabeth Baker, I am a sophomore starting my new life at North Brunswick High school. I am honestly really nervous, I can't stop thinking what if I end up embarrassing myself and everyone laughs at me or nobody wants to be my friend, I don't know what to do.
I walked in the school they gave me a map of the school and my schedule and I was off to my first class.
I took out my schedule and started looking at it, "let's see first I have social studies with mr. Lance, then science with mrs. Sellers, then chorus with mr. Smith, gym with mrs. White, lunch, language arts with mr. Wazowski, and at last art with mrs. Bennett." I put everything back in my bag and started walking. I kept my head down I didn't want to make eye contact with anyone.
Next thing I new I hit something or someone I looked up all I seen was someone's neck I looked up a little more. It was a boy with curly brown hair and gorgeous green eyes. "Sorry that was my fault," I started picking up my stuff he started to help "not at all I wasn't watching where I was going," he said with an adorable, deep voiced British accent. "The names Harry Styles." I looked at him, he smirked, is he trying to be my friend? "I'm Elizabeth Baker" he smiled at me, "well Elizabeth what enrichment classes do you have?" He asked. "I have chorus, gym, and art in that order." "Let me see your schedule," I got it out and he started examining a couple seconds later he finally says, "we have all the same classes together except for one which is art." He smiled at me his green eyes twinkled. He put my things in my bag and he walked me to class.
"You have really pretty hair," he said, "Sorry that was random but you do, I like the blonde curls, can I call you Goldie locks?" I gave him a look and said "thanks but don't call me Goldie locks" we both laughed.
Finally we got to class, we both were late because of the whole me bumping into him situation, we both reached out for the handle of the door not realizing it and our hands touched, I felt a shock but not like the rub your feet on carpet and then touch someone type of shock, but a tingly warm shock that made me feel special. I think I might actually like him a little. He bit his lip and looked at me his face got red, eventually we opened the door...
