2 Be my friend?

Me, Rachel Sparkle, is going to highschool for the first time. Great! (That was sarcasm by the way) I've been homeschooled for my entire life and now my mom forced me to go to school. She said it will boost up my social skills, but that was the reason why I was homeschooled in the first place! Sometimes, I think my mom is a goldfish! I was able to get some shut eye, even with these bunch of nightmares I was getting. To be honest, I might survive my first year because I have my older brother, but then, he won't be there anymore. My older brother, Rich Sparkle, will leave me to survive all alone when he promised he will never.

I opened my drawer and grabbed my white sweater that had one black stripe in the middle. I grabbed my skirt and put that on and slipped on my tall white socks. I did my hair, making it into a waterfall braid in front of the big mirror and did some poses to look how I will look. I looked chill, perfect. I grabbed my books and shoved them in my unorganized big black handbag that mom brought for my birthday, which, by the way, was how I found out I was going to highschool, worst birthday ever. I got out of my room and walked down. I put my bag on the counter and made coffee for me and my brother. While waiting, I toasted two pieces of bread and took out the Nutella jar and a knife. Two hands appeared from behind which made me jump. I swiftly looked behind and exhaled loudly when it was only Rich.

-Morning! he exclaimed and I smiled warmly.

-Morning.

-Are you excited?

-No... I feel sick! I said and turned my body to him and crossed my arms.

-You'll be fine! Plus, you got me! The best bro in the world. He said and did a weird pose which made me giggle. He noticed and grabbed my two cheeks and pinched them.

-Owwieeee I whined and grabbed his wrists, he smiled even wider. This boy, I swear can really spread his smile ear to ear. -Let gooooo! I continued and he did. I rubbed my cheeks.

The breads pop up and I grabbed it. I put it on my plate and blew on my fingers since it was hot. Rich put his in it and waited. The coffees were done so I grabbed one and handed it to my brother. He gladly took it. I grabbed mine and sat on the stool and spread the Nutella on my bread and happily ate it.

When it was time to leave and arrived at school, I felt uneasy again. What if I won't make any friends? What if everyone finds me weird and won't talk to me? What if-

-You alright? Rich asked and placed his hand on my shoulder which caught me off guard and flinched. I've always been this jumpy so it wasn't a big surprise to him anymore.

-Y... Yeah... I sighed at the last part.

-Stressed?

-Of course I am!

-Don't be! C'mon, let's get your timetable and locker number.

-No need, they sent me an email saying everything that I need to know and I printed them out. Here. I explained and looked in my bag. I took out two pieces of paper and gave them to Rich, who observed them.

-Alright, let's find them. He said and walked off. I followed him, holding my bag near me.

After the very confusing tour my brother gave, I was alone at my locker. When Rich's friends went to him, I said that I'll leave them alone. I was trying my best to not have a panic attack. I've always had them and it's the worst.

-Are you okay? Someone asked and I jumped and turned to him. A muscular guy with brown hair and hazel eyes asked me. I swallowed my saliva difficulty and nodded. -Are you sure?

-Yes. I answered rapidly. He looked at me, hesitating on something.

-What's your name?

-Sorry, don't want to talk to anyone. I said and put my useless books in my locker and slammed it shut and walked away, bumping into him. I felt two pairs of eyes staring behind me.

I went into the ladies bathroom and went into the stall and locked it. I sat on the toilet seat and made my knees reach my chest. I calmed my heart beat which was beating loudly. It hurts. I clenched my right hand on my heart and whined in pain. The door creak open which made my mouth shut.

-Did you hear that we will have a new girl? A majestic voice said and I tried not to listen to their conversation, but I've got a feeling that it was meant for me. And it was.

-Oh god, hope she's not beautiful. You're the only one. And, why would a girl transfer here during Sophomore? Unless there is a secret~. Another girl respond and they left while laughing. I just sat there.

I eventually got out from the bathroom when the first warning bell came. Rich told me about the bells and I kind of understand. I went to my first class which was near the bathroom and entered. The attention went to me and I felt it again, uneasy. I took some steps and I tripped on someone's leg. I closed my eyes ready for impact but it never happened. I was stopped by what may be a wall? I opened my eyes and looked up and my eyes widened.

-You?! The both of us said it at the same time and we pointed at each other. It was that boy, the boy who asked me if I was okay.

-Okay sit down! You, new girl, stop hugging that boy and go sit somewhere. The teacher said and pointed at me. I nodded and sat at a random spot. That guy sat next to me and smiled at me, I looked away. I wasn't being mean, I just didn't want him to see me all red of embarrassment.

The class started and I wasn't paying attention since I already know how to do all this. My neighbor, who was that boy, ripped a piece of paper and wrote something down. I looked away, not wanting to invade his privacy. A paper that was crumbled up was threw to me and it landed in front of me. I looked beside me and he was smiling at me, encouraging me to read it. I rolled my eyes and took it and unfold it. It wrote "Hey! Name's Matthew Brown. Call me Matt. What's yours?". I looked at him with bored eyes and he looked at me, hope in his eyes. I groaned quietly and took out my pencil and wrote down this. "Okay Matt, my name is Rachel Sparkle.". I gave it to him and he read it. His eyes turned into a surprised one. He ripped another paper and wrote it and gave it to me. "Is Rich Sparkle your older brother?"

"Is he that popular?"

"Yeah! He's very cool!"

"Won't say cool, but sweet? Yes"

"Where are you from?"

"America, where we are now"

"I'm from Canada."

"No one asked"

Yeah okay, it was mean the last one, but it was only a joke. He acted like he was hurt so everything is fine.

"Wanna be friends?"

He wrote that. That one specific sentence, made the world stop. I looked into his eyes and he had his locked onto mine with a smile. Ten minutes go by of us looking at each other until I broke it and wrote down on the paper.

"Okay"