As the brisk December wind blew in my hair I was thinking about my first day at school and how it was going to be. This was going to be my first year. I had just moved from New York all the way to Holmes Chapel, Chesire. My mom got transferred here. Iwas wearing this : http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=40481795 I walked to the office and asked the lady behide the desk for my sechdule. " Name please sweetie." she had a very squeky voice in my opinion. " Oh yeah, Rosslyn, Rosslyn Sinclair." She handed me a thick feeling piece of paper. “Thank you.” I looked down at the paper…….. GREAT. My least favorite class was first………….. Social Studies. How I hated this subject. I mean it’s in th past. Why do we have to care about it? I walked in to room 323. Atleast it wasn’t arkward when everyone turned to face you. When I walked in everyone was still working, talking their head off. Well it would of stayed that way too until I looked into a pair of piercing green eyes that were burning into me. Than his four friends turned around, and following was the rest of the class. MANNNNN i shouldn’t have opened my mind mouth. The teacher called me over to her desk. " Hello, I’m Mrs.Coyn and you must be my new student. What is your name." " Rosslyn Sinclair." I answered. " veryy well. You can sit where ever you like." That was nice since my class was very small so alot of seats were available. I sat in a desk excluded from the rest of the class. 10 minutes into the class I heard a bubbly voice behind me. " Hi!" I turned around to see a faired skin girl with long brown hair. “Im Alazey Noel and you areeeeeee!” " I’m Rosslyn Sinclair." I answered back. She seemed nice enough. " That’s a pretty name. Much beter than Alazey." " No Your name is great I mean it . Alazey was the name of my old friend back in NY."I replied “Is it ok if I work with you?” She asked me " Of course." I think I was going to like it here.