Still Here

Chapter 2

Usually at school, people don't bother to say "excuse me" in the halls, or "sorry" when they knock over a persons' books. I can see why, too. What did I expect? This is high school, not elementary school. No one here has nice manners, or manners of any sort actually.

I guess it's time to toughen up and just go with the flow. And that involves pushing everyone and everything in front of me until they move forward. I guess the reason behind this is that it probably gets you to class quicker.

Wait.. who am I kidding? The seniors here? Class? On time? Please. I have got a lot to learn, and my own problems to worry about. Maybe if I-

AAH! UGH!

I stop walking (maybe a little to suddenly) and look down.

In front of me lies a boy smaller than me in size. Actually he looks more like a 6th grader than a freshman. Aww, short guy problems. He's sprawled out, trying to pick up his books, and trying to avoid being crushed. He isn't doing very good, a bad multitasker apparently. I bet he got "accidentally" tripped by one of the taller people.

Should I risk being pushed and knocked over to help him pick up his books? Will this make me appear too nice? Does he even want help? Why isn't anyone else doing anything? Will he be crushed? Will I be crushed?

These questions flooded me, and I just stood there for a while in the hall, getting pushed, and rammed into. But I still just stood there looking at this guy still trying to pick up his stuff.

"Girl, what the fuck are you doing? Go!"

I turn my head back around and see a mob of people behind where I stand, so I just walk around the boy and don't look over my shoulder. I am going to class, and nothing will stop me this time. At least I hope.

So far, the majority of the day has ben shit. In first hour, I got hit with a fucking textbook "by accident" of course. Second hour, got called an attention bitch (again). Third hour was the best hour so far. Nothing bad happened.

Does anyone at this school even care that I'm new? Do people even want me here?

I was sitting by myself (of course) at a table in the cafeteria. I literally asked people if I could sit with them. Everyone acted like they didn't hear me or they just turned around. I asked every table. No one wanted me there. What a nice way to welcome a new student.

That's when she got here. It was at lunch, around 12:45. I saw a teacher with her arm around her shoulders, pointing at certain tables.

And then she pointed to me.

Quickly, I stare back down at my half-eaten sandwich, trying to look like I didn't see them looking at me. Slowly, I shift my gaze back up.

They were walking in my direction.

I just watch them come and tuck my short hair behind my ear.

"Hello, Andrea."
"Hi, Ms. Kims."
"I wanted to introduce you to a new student. This is Myna. She's a transfer. From Polynesia. I figured that since you two are both new, you could sit together and get to know each other."

I looked at Myna. She was gorgeous. She had perfect skin tanned dark, long wavy ombré hair, and green eyes. She was so skinny. I swear she could be a supermodel if she tried.

"Andrea?"

Crap, they must have been talking to me.

"Yes? I'm sorry."
"No problem. I was just asking if you could show Myna around for the rest of the day?"
"Yeah, I guess."

So she left then and Myna sat down next to me.