Freya

8_My Worst Kind Of Day

Whoever felt the need to create a place
called school needs some serious intervention. Let's just say I had an
unfortunate morning: I tripped on my feet more times than I could ever count, burned my hands with a straightener and I bumped into a maid carrying a jug of milk and let's just say it all ended up on my clothes. I have never been so frustrated in the space of fourty minutes. The cherry on top, I'm two hours late on my first day of school. Quite an impression I must say.

"Gracie, please....let me start another day please. I'm two hours late already" I plead and yet again, for the hundredth time today she gives me the look and continues to ignore me. " If you don't go in today, they'll never let you in again and getting you in with all the fake information was hard enough. And you know we can't pull the Prime minister's daughter card. Look on the bright side, you get to meet people of your age" she says, handing me a black backpack.

" Like there's anything bright about all that and what's this?" I ask, digging out a phone and tablet. " New gadgets, I've had trackers installed in both, there's a map of your school as well as a timetable with all your lessons. No funny social media behaviour and there are three contacts on speed dial, mine included. Call if you need anything... anything at all." She gives my hand a small squeeze as the car comes to a stop.

" I don't think I can do this Gracie...I can't" and I feel the panic setting in.
" Hey....calm down, you'll be fine just breathe. You can do this Quilandra, I know you can. Remember Chema and I are only a call away. The teachers will be there and I'm sure you'll make a friend or two" she says, putting on my glasses for me. " With me looking like a nerd, I can as well kiss that thought goodbye" we both laugh at my statement.

Staring at Hamilton High, I can feel my nerves reach an all time high. Thousand of students will be staring at me with curious looks and I hope that nobody feels the need to ask me anything about myself at all. " You'll be fine" Gracie encourages , coming to my side and walking with me to the school gate. It looks so big, I wonder how many people go here. Gracie gives me a hug and a kiss on my forehead, something my mother is supposed to do. I brush the thought away and I hug Gracie back a little tighter, well as hard as my strength will allow.

Maybe I can borrow some of her confidence, some of her courage and strength. She's the epitome of all that and more. She gives me a smile before pushing me into schoolyard. I turn to glare at her but she gives me a sly smile and waves me off. It's only after I hear the car drive away do I continue walking.

Pushing my glasses up further my face, I step into the school's hallway and there is not a single person, well no surprise there. There's no need for me to head over to reception since I have
everything I need. I'm sure the teachers have been made aware that a new student would be here today. Taking in a deep breath, I go in search for my first class which happens to be history. The door is to read Mrs Stevens or so the few instructions on the timetable says.

Along the way, I've opened a few wrong doors, disrupting some lessons as I search for my history classroom. Let me just say I've never felt so embarrassed. It's only after I turn into another corridor that I find the door I'm looking for. I just stand there for a few minutes, weighing my options. Do I go in and just face it already? Or do I turn around and come back tomorrow? It would be so easy to just turn around, no one is here anyways, they wouldn't notice that I was here. Come on Quilandra....what are you doing?

Taking in a long breath, I knock once, twice. I feel my palms get sweaty, my heart pounding so loud that I can hear it rambling in my ears. I'm about to knock for the third time when the door swings open. A woman with strawberry blonde hair hanging loosely around her shoulders stands in front of me, a smile on her face. She couldn't be older than thirty and she looks harmless but I wouldn't know. " I'm the new student" I blurt out to which she only laughs.

" Freya Villegas? Come in. We've been expecting you, wasn't so sure if you'd show up today. I'm honoured that you at least showed up for my lesson" she jokes, placing a hand on my shoulder and I flinch immediately. She withdraws her hand just as fast, giving me a small smile. " I'm used to human contact" I feel the need to tell her. "That's alright dear....well class meet our new student Freya Villegas" and a hundred pair of eyes continue to stare at me. They must have been watching me all along and that alone has me fidgeting in discomfort.

I feel as though they can all see through my facade and my horrible attempt of a disguise. A girl with brunette hair sitting in the middle of the classroom, popping bubblegum narrows her eyes at me, sweeping her eyes over my frame. She doesn't know me I chant repeatedly in my head. " She's hot" a voice shouts and I burn with embarrassment. " She's too plain, a nerd" the girl with bubblegum says. There's a cold edge in her voice, some sort of dark aura surrounding her and something tells me that she's bad news.

" Oh come on Olivia... you're scared that that there's actually someone better than you" says a girl with auburn hair. They glare at each other, Olivia's face red with anger. " That's enough and Jacob, no crude remarks in my classroom. Freya anything you'd like to tell us about yourself?" Seems like my fears are all coming true today. I can't tell them anything about myself.

" Well.... I....uhm....well" the girl named Olivia laughs at my stuttering. This is really not good....I can't be here. " It's okay Freya, if it counts for anything I was nervous too" a blonde girl sitting in the front seat whispers to me with an encouraging smile. " I'm Freya Villegas and I'm into art" I say. " Welcome to Hamilton High, here's a history textbook for you. There are only two seats left at the back so that will be yours till the end of the year" Mrs Stevens says.

The girl with auburn hair smiles at me and I smile back at her. As I walk to my seat, I hear a few whispers of how beautiful I am, that I'm hot and some not so good ones. If this is how being around people my age is going to be for the rest of the year, I'd rather be locked up in my house any day.