I click my pen as I wait nervously at my desk for everyone to file in. This is always the worst part. Having everyone staring at you and whispering comments about you as the teacher introduces you as the new girl. I know now from experience that it doesn't matter whether or not the teacher tries to make you feel welcome, the students are all there laughing and making everything much more worse than it needs to be.
I jump as the bell rings and the room fills up with laughter and loud chatting. A group of boys walk behind me and huddle around their desk, eager to make themselves noticed. 'So, you're the new girl.' a boy now in front of me asks. 'Um, yeah' I answer quietly, trying not to make myself noticed to the rest of them. 'Well I have to say, I hoped you'd be hotter than that but we can't have everything now can we?' he replies with a smug look on his face. I drop my head and look at the floor embarrassed by his comment. Looking back at my mousy hair tied back into a ponytail and my pale, pasty face, I know I'm not pretty, but it still hurts to hear. 'Leave her alone Ricky' a voice from beside me echo's. I don't bother to look up and instead I take a seat and try to forget it ever happened. No such luck. 'And hey' I finally look up to see bright blue eyes staring down at me. His angular face and jet black hair overwhelm me. I try to look away, afraid that I'm staring, but his big eyes seem to hypnotise me. 'Just ignore Rick, everyone else does.'
'Ok' I say. Scared to say too much in case it doesn't make sense. He smiles and takes the seat to my left. relieving me of my trance. I try to concentrate on my name as the teacher starts the register.
I don't have to wait long before the teacher calls out my name. 'Jenna Ashton?'
'Yes sir' I reply, already listening for the teacher to ask for the name of the boy on my left. After what felt like forever I watch as the blue eyed boy answers his name. 'Mathew Wilber'
'Now as you all know' ,the teacher begins, 'we're here to do History. So I don't want anyone chatting. there's a time for that and it's not in my lesson so focus!' I drown out his voice as I stare at the clock on the wall and watch it tick until the bell rings for the end of the lesson. Finally, I rush out before I get asked something again.
I stare at my face in the mirror as I replay the school day in my head. 'So, was your first day of school good?' my mum asks, poking her head around the door to where I'm standing. 'I just know this is the place for us. A fresh start. So I think we'll be staying here for a while.' She looks at me patiently. 'Well? What do you think?'
'Cool mum, I say as I think of another school day like today. I sigh, 'it was horrible mum. The students there are big-headed and full of themselves! It's exactly how you said it wouldn't be!'
'Oh hun. I'm sure it'll get better! and look on the bright side, at least your first day is over!'
'Yeah' I reply. My mind already wandering off from the subject.