First Day

Oh boy, high school. My absolute favorite. I love it so much I want to puke. I'm a Junior, so hey, at least there's only one more year considering this year's half way through. One more year then I can get away from all of this.

The bell rings. Already?! I just got here! I still need my schedule, I need to find my classrooms, and I need to actually open my locker. Why did my parents move me?

All I can do is grab my schedule and hope my teachers will have mercy on me. At least this school is more accepting. Anywhere is more accepting than my own home.

"Hello there!" a sweet, deep, southern accent chimes at me at the guidance counselor office.

"Hello, I'm Grace," I reply to the old lady. "I was wondering if I could get my schedule?"

"Well of course, little miss. I was expecting you to come in," she says as she hands me the paper. "I'm Mr. Nelson Arrowood, the guidance counselor. It's such a wonderful thing to see new students."

"Thanks, I was wondering where my class is?"

"Oh don't worry your head, there's a map of the school on the back of your sheet. If you need anything, call on down here. We'll have y'all figured out here."

"Thanks again...see you..." I awkwardly reply.

I start walking to my first class. The halls are empty. It's so quiet, all I could hear is my own heartbeat, going the speed of light.

I'm so nervous. In my last school they hated me. My friends turned on me. They avoided me. They were fake. But there ought to be someone real here, right? I can only hope...

As I'm in my own thoughts, my own head, I'm snapped out of the trance when I hear something. Lockers...being hit? Not being slammed closed ir opened violently, but smacked. I decide to see what it is.