New york? More like new dork.

Chapter 2

I woke up before my alarm clock this morning, to an unusual sound outside. It sort of sounded like a woman screaming, but not quite. The dorm rooms are all in a giant circle, surrounded by lots of trees. The sound was coming from there. I stepped out onto the stone path of my dorm. I walked around to the back and looked around to see if I could see anyone in the trees. I waited for about 5 minutes, searching for anyone who could possibly be running around outside, screaming their heads off. That's when I saw it, a flash of orange. I immediately knew it was a fox. I then remembered eighth grade. The field trip to the Forest Trail conservation area. They taught us about the animals that were living in the conservation area. Then we heard the sound of a fox. Nobody knew what it was, until our guide told us.

I snapped out of the memory when I heard someone calling my name. I looked over to my right and I saw Tim running towards me. " Danielle! Danielle!" Tim yelled. "Oh, um..hi Tim" I said shyly. "What are you doing out here?" He said. "Um..well..I..uhh.. heard a fox..." I said. Trying to avoid contact with his gorgeous blue eyes. "That's cool, did you see the fox?" Tim said. " Yeah..I think so. " I said. " Well, the first school bell is going to ring in a few minutes,do you want to walk to class together?" Tim asked. "Um..sure..yeah! " I said. Trying to hold in my excitement. " Okay, lets go." Tim said happily.

We walked up to the school and Tim held the door for me. I walked inside, with Tim right behind me. I didn't even get 2 feet inside, when I saw them. The "popular" girls. They were a group of typical mean girls who were either loved by everyone, or hated by everyone. The leader of their group was Patricia Grevan. She had blonde hair, and always wore shirts that were way too revealing. The other two girls in the group were her so called "friends." Who followed her around all the time, and agreed with everything she said. If she didn't like something, they didn't like it either. Patricia particularly did not like me. I do not know why, but every time she sees me she trips me, or smacks my books out of my hand.

I slowly walked passed her and the group. She stretched out her foot and I tripped. I fell to the ground. My glasses fell off my face and one of the lenses cracked. Tim crouched beside me and lifted me to my feet. I tried to put my glasses back on, but I could only see with one eye. I'm practically blind without my glasses. While I was struggling to find my binders that fell along with me, I heard Tim getting into an argument with Patricia. I heard Tim actually standing up for me. Could Tim actually be falling for me?