The New Girl

Chapter 1

Abby placed her head up against the window as the morning cold froze the window acting like an ice pack for her swollen cheek. A few weeks have passed since the incident between her and Derek. She did not want to be alive this morning nor the next day. Her mom enrolled her into another school. A school that Derek would never tread into. Home of the Eagles, the entrance read. 

"Abby. Everything will be okay. I promise," Her mom told her. Abby sat in the front seat remaining quiet. Her mom pulled the car to the curb and Abby got out. 

"Be safe." Abby nodded and walked toward the school doors followed by countless other young teens. She put on her black hood which feel completely over her head covering her light brown hair. She wore blue jeans and simple white Vans. She felt completely vulnerable. It felt as if everyone knew and everyone was watching. She continued walking own the hall with her light brown eyes remaining at her feet. She went into her first class and sat in the back without any regards to anyone. The sound of high heels clicking and clacking on the floor approached louder and louder. 

"Abby Watson?" 

Abby looked up and carefully nodded.

"Welcome! I'm your History teacher, Mrs. Turner. If you need any help finding your classes let me know."  Abby nodded.

"Thank you," she said softly. 

"Here. To save you the trouble, I'll have Alan show you to your classes. Alan." Alan stood up and walked over.

"Yeah?"

"Can you bring Abby to her classes?" Mrs. Turner asked. Alan shrugged.

"I don't mind." Mrs. Turner clapped her hands at Alan's corporation and told everyone to get into their seats. Abby remained quiet throughout the whole class. She didn't raise her hand, she didn't open her book, and she didn't look at the board. But as the hour went by, the class had ended. Alan walked her to her next class.

"Okay. Here's English," he said leading her to the door. "I'll meet you right here after the bell to show you where the cafeteria is." Abby nodded. "Okay, see yeah," Alan said putting a hand up for a high five, but Abby immediately flinched, putting up her arm to shield her face. 

"You okay?" Alan asked strangely. Abby walked inside of the classroom with her arms folded and a smile yet to be seen. She walked to the back of the room like she did before and sat down. Every small gesture reminded her of the incident. Even just speaking to a boy had her on her guard. She couldn't help but feel completely pathetic at this new school. A school she was suppose to hate alongside her fellow Warriors. She remained quiet throughout the class once again. The bell rang and Abby left the class to see Alan waiting outside as he promised. He led her to the cafeteria just like he said he would. The two entered the cafeteria and he stopped and turned around as if he were a tour guide at a zoo. 

"Alright. This is where you eat. Now I don't recommend buying the food," Alan leaned in, "It's not that good," he whispered. 

"Alan!" Another student approached. He walked up to them and hung his arm on Alan's shoulder. "Who's the cutie?" Abby remained quiet with her eyes to the floor. "Shy are we?" He asked.

"Please excuse my friend. This is Lem, King Idiot of the school," Alan explained. 

"Get it memorized," Lem winked. Abby walked away. "Well then," Lem said as she walked away. 

Abby sat an empty table and left her brown paper bagged lunch sitting untouched at the table. Her stomach didn't growl nor did it really make kind of sound. She sat there alone, with her black hood on hoping the day would just end. After the food break, Abby went to the next class without Alan. She, like in all the other classes moved to the back of the room and sat down. 

I have the cutie in my class?" Lem walked in saying. Abby looked up as her hood remained to cover her face. "Still won't say hi to me?" He asked. Abby remained staring silently. "Mmm. Got it memorized. Not a talker." Lem went and sat down as the class was going to begin. 

Abby didn't want to speak. She knew people would be able to hear the hurt and the fear in her voice. A fear that had your voice shaking, and the hurt that creates the lump in your throat that you just can't swallow. She wanted no one to see it, not even herself. It brought her back to the moment and the fear and hurt would take over once more. Her eyes began to water as she slowly brought herself to that moment with Derek. But as everyone's attention was forward and away from Abby, no one could tell that Abby was slowly breaking down.

As the day continued, Abby sat down in her last class. The teacher walked to the front of the room and took role. 

"Tate Kinson?" Tate rose his hand. "Chloe Scott?" Chloe rose her hand. "Nick Harper?" 

Abby eyes widened. She remembered that name. The pitcher that ran out of the championship game. She looked toward the front of the class. There sat Nick with his head buried in his arms.

"Nick," Ms. Franklin sighed, "Wake up. The semester just started." Nick groaned.

"I'm tired," he mumbled into his arms. Franklin shook her head. 

"Abby Watson?" Abby rose her hand. "Welcome." The whole class turned as Nick remained asleep on his desk. Her face began to become red from the immediate attention the class gave her. "Class, up here on the board are a few problems," Franklin said gaining the attention to the board and off of Abby. 

But as the hour ticked down, the class ended and Nick sprung up from his desk and exited the room. Abby got up quietly and left the room. She walked outside of the school and waited for her mom's car to appear as the sidewalk was swarmed with teens exiting the school. As Abby sat there, she felt a large force push her over and she fell to the floor dropping her books.

"Oh! I'm sorry! Are you alright?" Abby looked up from the ground. It was the three boys, Nick, Alan, and Lem. She grabbed her books and stood up. Nick handed her one of the books she left on the ground. 

"Please excuse Nick. He's a klutz, get it memorized." Lem laughed. 

"You from around here?" Nick asked. Abby nodded. "Oh, I've seen you before. Are you new here or something?"

"She doesn't talk. She's the quiet type," Lem smiled holding his arm straps of his backpack.

"Oh hush, Lem," Nick turning to them laughing. Nick turned back to Abby, "So..." But she was gone. "Where'd she go?" Nick surveyed the street. Alan pointed ahead of him and they saw Abby getting into a car and the car drove away. Abby sat in the car wit her head up against the cold window just like this morning. 

"How was your first day?" Her mom asked. Abby shrugged. "Meet anyone nice?" Abby shook her head.