New School
I pull my hood down to hide my eyes from the strangers around me as I walk towards the reception of the extra large school. My hoodie only covers about half my face so everyone can probably tell that I am new. I can already hear them whispering to each other about me.
Eww what’s she wearing?
Why is she covering her face?
Is she new?
Dude she has big racks...
The last one was true. I do have big racks which are still noticeable even through my baggy hoodie. But the fact that things like this are already being said about me makes me want to puke about the future.
What’s wrong with what I am wearing though? I have on ripped skinny black jeans, black and white vans and a white cropped muscle tee which is hidden underneath my black overhead grey 11 degrees hoodie.
My unique natural orange-red hair has been pulled back into a messy bun by myself, yet I can spot a few strands already coming loose from it’s correct location.
Oh? I think i understand now...Is it because I don’t dress like a slut and am not trying to get all of the boy’s attention on my first day of school?
Ugh,
Anyways back to my view right now I can see a large sign that says ‘RECEPTION’ and quickly speed my slow walk into a faster one so that I can just hurry up and get on with the day.
The reception lady is too busy chewing her gum and resting her legs on her dark brown wooden desk that she doesn’t even notice me.
“Excuse me?” I say rather rudely,... if she’s gonna work here then she should actually be doing her work not lazing around and then getting paid for it.
“Yes?” She asks me in bored tone as she see’s me. Her face had an expression of disgust written all over it.
“I need my timetable” I reply in an equally bored mood.
I wasn’t cut for this shit. I’m practically being forced to go here by my foster parents as all the other schools I have been to weren’t ‘going to keep tolerating my disrespectful and violent behaviour in the school’ apparently. This is also my last year anyways so what’s the point? It’s not like i’m going to learn anything anyways.
She tuts at me as if i just ruined her day or something and starts asking me a bunch of questions so she can get me my timetable which will take me to my lessons. So far I am five minutes late to my first lesson. But who cares.
“Name?”
“Isadora Aphrodite”
“Year?”
“Senior”
She types on the computer which has been placed to her left so harshly i’m surprised the keys haven’t fallen off.
“The printer is over there, you can go and wait next to it until your timetable is printed out” She explains to me and closes her eyes as if she is about to go to sleep.
“Rude” I mutter under my breath and sit in the direction she had pointed at, waiting for another five holy minutes of my freaking life for a piece of rotten paper.
As soon as the paper comes through with a beep I snatch it off the printer and read of my subjects for today:
8:35 - 9:35: Maths - Room 308
9:35 - 10:35: Social Studies - Room 134
10:35 - 11:00 - Break
11:00 - 12:00 - Language - Room 242
12:00 - 1:00 - PE - Gymnasium
1:00 - 1:35 - Lunch
1:35 - 2:35 - Science - Room 202
2:35 - Dismissed
Great what an eventful day. I have stupid maths first which means numbers, and i am not good with numbers so i’ll probably get kicked out of this school too.
Is there a school out there without the subjects maths and science? (Probably not but still.....)
If there are then call me.
I use the school map to locate the maths room and standing at the door right now I honestly would skip it if my parents hadn’t phoned the school to make sure to report back to them on whether or not I am coming it to my lessons or not. Sneaky little -
The door bursts open and a bubbly girl with light brown hair and pretty features look lost for a minute before she looks up at me.
“There you are!!” She exclaims loud enough for everyone in the room to place there hands on their ears to save themselves from the ear-piercing noise.
To be honest i’m feeling a little lost myself. Who the hell is this girl? Why is she acting like she knows me?
“You’re the new girl!” she screams again and I think I burst my left eardrum.
“Umm... Yeah? I guess.” I speak up so quietly that I swear the whole class leaned forwards just to hear what I have to say.
“What’s you’re name?” She asks me curiously and I am thankful she didn’t scream this time.
“Isado-” I start but the teacher looks to have had enough as he tells the girl who’s name I have found out is Mia to sit back in her seat and leave me alone.
I nod my head in respect to towards the teacher and walk down and isle of taken desks. Only one desk has got a spare seat next to them and its right at the back near the window.
It looks to be a guy.
A guy who wants to be left alone.
But I can’t do anything about it so he’s going to have to live with it.
Today is going to be a loooooong day.
....
Tomorrow i am definitl
