No one likes the new girl

I can't tell you how much I dont want to be the new girl in a highschool where everyone knows everyone. I honestly cant, but I can come close. "Your going to be fine," My uncle Joe had told me when he dropped me off at school today, but nothing really seemed fine. It didn't even come close to being fine.

 

I could feel people staring at me as I walked to my first class and I did my best to ignore the whispers and the pionting of fingers that people thought I couldn't see. Normally I would have said, "Didn't your mom ever tell you that pionting fingers is rude," but I was going to be late for biology.

 

Somehow I managed to go through the halls and up the stairs to biology without meeting another student's eyes once. I entered the class just as the bell rang and thirty-one pairs of eyes looked over me like if I had just landed from outerspace.

 

"Um," I said glancing back forth from the class to the teacher. "I'm a new student."

 

"Ah yes, welcome to the class..." The bald, short, stubby man I had to call my teacher, glanced down at a paper and read out my name, "Whitney Singer."

 

Whispers began to start again making me groan. "Why dont you just tell the whole world my name?" I muttered under my breath.

 

"Excuse me?" The baldy asked.

 

"Huh, oh, nothing." I smiled. Mr. Baldy stared at me for a moment and looked around the classroom for a place for me to sit.

 

"You can sit..." He ignored the the waves the people were making and pionted to a far off table in the corner of the class room. "There, next to Mister Sterling."

 

I shrugged and walked to the back of the class. The tables were meant for four people to sit down at, but this table only had one guy and now it was just gonna be him and I. Great.

 

I sat down two seats beside him and put my backpack on the table. "Miss Singer?" Mr. Baldy said; I looked up. "No backpacks on the table."

 

I sighed and threw my backpack on the ground. The boy next to me smiled, but kept looking ahead.

 

"What are you smiling at?" I said uncontrollably; it was a bad habit, dont ask.

 

He looked over at me, his smile gone. "No one, absolutely no one." Then he looked away. I made a face and when he did look away I noticed how nice he actaully looked. He was a nice-looking guy, lean and sandy-haired with deep green eyes that had gray flecks.

 

He looked over at me and I jumped. "What are you looking at?"

 

I looked ahead towards the front of the class and casually said, "No one, absolutely no one."

 

Minutes passed by and the only thing I learned in class was that my bald teachers name wasn't Mr. Baldy, it was Mr. Brossmer, but that didn't mean I would stop calling him Mr, Baldy.

 

I wanted to bang my head against the table. "The tortue...great, my first day of school and I'm already talking to myself." I rested my head on the table and grumbled to myself, praying to myself that this period would end before I had wrinkles.

 

"You're pretty weird aren't you, polka dots?" The guy next to me said, smirking.

 

I lifted my head up and looked at him. "Polka dots?"

 

The guy cocked his head towards my back and looked forward. I raised an eyebrow and looked at the back of my pants. My eyes widened and my face was on fire. I was leaning forward on my chair and becuase of that, my under was peeking out; and it had polka dots on them!

 

"Agh, you moronic pervert, why are you even looking there!" I yelled out, pulling the back of my shirt down.

 

The guy smiled and cupped his chin with his hand when the entire class stared at me in surprise. "Is there a problem Miss Singer?" Mr. Baldy said, taking off his reading glasses to glare at me with more affect.

 

I blushed and shook my head, automatically digging my head into my notebook while the guy next me had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing.

 

Okay, two things I learned today.

1) Mr. Baldly is a very mean bald person.

2) The guy next to me really knows how to tick me off!

 

"I hate you," I hissed, but he ignored me and kept looking forward.

 

"Stop ignoring me you ungrateful -"

 

"Mr. Brossmer, this girl is interrupting my studies." He said, a smug smile on his face. My mouth fell open and I did everything I could to make Mr. Brossmer believe me.

 

So his name's Pierce?

 

"Pierce, please, dont act so childshirt." Mr. Brossmer said, putting his glasses back on and pionting to the board exlpaining the water cycle.

 

I groaned and slammed my head against the table. "I hate this day,"

 

"Hey polka dots," Pierce whispered next to me. "What's your next class?"

 

This time I didn't lift my head. "First of all, stop calling me polka dots, my name's Whitney," I lifted my head and glared at him. "Second of all, why should I tell you?"

 

He shrugged and leaned back in his chair.

 

I sighed. "I have geometry next."

 

His eyes glowed. "With who?"

 

"I dont know some lady that's name starts with a 'S' "

 

I stop leaning on his chair and sat up straight. "Mrs. Stapp."

 

I looked up at the cieling trying to remember. "Yeah, I think so."

 

"Damn it," He ran his fingers through his sandy hair.

 

I blinked as I caught up in the haze around him. "Huh?"

 

"Nothing," He raised his hand and slung his backback over his shoulder. "Mr. Brossmer, can I go to the bathroom, its near the end of the period so I need to take my backpack."

 

Mr. Baldy nodded and returned to the lesson. I watched as Pierce left the room with a hurry. I looked out the window and waited for him to walk down the stairs, but he never came.

 

The bathroom's are over there and he's not headed in that direction...what is the weirdo up to? I thought to myself.

 

Nothing...That thought on the other hand, wasn't mine.

Reviews

[JuliePetunia]

Pretty good!
I caught a few grammatical and spelling mistakes, but it's pretty catchy!

[RunsWithCats]

Very interesting...definitely continue with this story...Great job! -God Bless XD

[Cassandra D.]

You surely know how to make people laugh. This was amazing!
Especially this part:

"Okay, two things I learned today.
1) Mr. Baldly is a very mean bald person.
2) The guy next to me really knows how to tick me off!"

I loved the details you also put here. Everything seemed very good to me :-)