New (1D Not Famous)

Today I started a new school. I was worried that I wouldn't make any friends there, but this boy with crazy curly hair called Harry Styles is nice. He showed me around and let me sit with him at lunch. At least I can be a bit more positive at this new school.


1. New

"Good luck at your new school, Honey." My mum said as I left the house. I waved and walked down the road. I moved schools because I was getting depressed at my old school, everyone knew my past. Everyone knew I had self harmed, everyone knew that I had been stabbed while I was walking home from school by a girl who hates me. I got death threats. Want to know why?

Because I'm different. 

I'm shy. Dark purple is my favourite colour. I got picked on because I never really spoke to people, when I did they laughed at me, only because they hadn't heard me speak before. Soon I was bullied, one girl slapped me so I yanked her hair out. The same girl stabbed me that afternoon when I was walking home from school. I had six months of this. I moved to that school in the first place because my parents had split up and I moved to a school (my previous school) that was near where my Dad lived. I then moved in with my mum and now go to a brand new school. 

Two months after me being stabbed I moved. 

A new school where I won't be bullied. Where I can be Sam and not get picked on. When I can be myself. But this time I won't be  shy, I will try and make friends. I'm also determined to smile and hide my depressing side. 

I had my brown hair tied up into a bun and I outlined my eyes with black eyeliner to make my blue eyes stand out. 

When I arrived at the school people stared at me, I walked to the reception. 

"What's your name, dear?" The receptionist asked, she had blonde hair that was tied back into a ponytail and she looked like she was in her late forties. 

"Samantha Lewis." I replied. 

"Here's your timetable and a map of the school, someone will be here to escort you around for your first day." she explained, passing me my timetable and the map. I smiled weakly and mumbled a 'thanks'. I turned an sat on one of the plastic chairs. 

"Samantha?" a boy with wild curly hair asked me. I went to nod and remembered to speak. 

"Yeah. That's me." I said as confidently as I could. 

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