I go to the main office to pick up my schedule and on the way there, I can't help thinking that I should have defended myself when Jake shoved me and threw my bag on the ground and with all those people starring, it made me look even weaker.
"Can I help you?" asks the lady at the front desk, pulling me away from my thoughts.
"Yeah, I came to get my schedule" I say.
"Ah, yes okay! Miss Ritchie, I presume?" I nod in response. The lady opens a cabinet containing file and searches through them with her fingers until she finds my name and hands me my schedule. I thank her and hurry to class before the warning bell rings.
My first class turns out to be French, which is one of my best classes, straight As. When I get there, almost e wry seat is taken. The populars sit in the back like in the bus, the normal people who aren't invisible but don't get all the attention sit in the middle and then there's the front row, where the nerds or losers sit, so you could pretty much guess where I sat. You see, in a school like this, you know what category you're in after a week. This all depends on either how you look, what you where or what your attitude is like.
"Sit down everyone, class is about to begin" says Mrs Sheppers, our French teacher as she walks in.
"Alors, bonjour la classe." she says in French which means 'So, hello class'.
"Bonjour Madame Sheppers" we say all together. So my day started okay. No one picked on me, they were probably too busy talking to each other again after the summer.
Then came lunch, which wasn't so bad either. For me. Some freshman got their food thrown all over the floor by Jake because they accidentally made him drop his pizza.
"Next time, just don't make me drop my pizza." he says in his strong, deep voice.
"But.. But-" stutters the freshman.
"But...but." imitates Jake, "Shut Up!!" he yells. The freshman looks like he's about to cry. So I did something I knew I would soon regret.
"Stop it!" I shout at Jake. "Go pick on someone you're own age!" And I immediately regret what I say.
"Okay." he says and pushes me and I fall back and land on my hand and it makes a painful sound. I bite my lip, trying to hold back my scream.
The cafeteria went silent. You could a pin drop. Me and Jake starred at each other, none of us wanted to break the stare. So I got up and pretended that everything was fine. Jake noticed the silence, looked around and said, "Is there a problem?!" And just like that, everybody went back to their business as if nothing happened.
Jake and his friends walked off.
"You okay?" asks the freshman. I nod.
"Thanks for defending me." he says.
"No problem. We're like partners in crime now." Even though I say it as a joke, he takes it seriously.
" Cool." he says and that's how I find myself with a new friend.