Feeling like PoopMature

Today just wasn't my day. No wait, scratch that, it's never my day. Nothing ever went right in my life. It was always 'May do this!' or 'May do that!' Everyday was bad and every bad day felt like it was being replayed over and over and over again.

I stepped into the office where I was accepted with a gracous smile. "Hello," the plump lady said. "I'm assuming your a new student, would you like someone to show you around to your classes?" she asked.

"No thank you," I said politely, "I think I can find my way around."

"Are you sure? This school is pretty big. You might get lost." the lady seemed concerned. At least someone cares. Or they pretend to.

"Yeah, I'm sure," I smiled. "Besides, there are teachers out in the halls right? I can always ask them." she nodded and handed me my schedual.

"Now, if you need anything, you just come right back here and ask for it, okay?" the lady seemed to smile and nod back.

I walked into my 4th period class with at least 20 pairs of eyes looking at me. I wasn't used to this. A new school, a new place, new people. And what daunted me the most, was that there were guys in there. I had gone to a private school before coming here. A drastic change. Especially in high school.

"Well," a voice called to me. "I believe you are," he paused and looked at the piece of paper I had handed him. "Miss Anterilla. So nice to meet you," his smile was as genuine as the lady at the front desk. It was welcoming. "You can take a seat in that chair by that young lady over there," he pointed to a girl that had blond hair and a headband in her hair.

I walked over cautiously, avoiding all the eyes that stalked me wherever I went. I sat down and looked over at the blond girl. She smiled at me and waved.

I eased up and waved back wandering if everyone in this school was this nice...

The End

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