Of course we all know the scariest term in the English language. Yes, I'm talking about high school. High school is where it all happens. It's where it can lead to becoming successful in life, or a total failure. I, Autumn Avalon, am 14 years old and terrified that it's only going to be 1 day until my horrible experience is going to begin. You might ask why this is such a big deal. Well I guess I'll tell you. I've been in an all girl's private school called, Whinchester Academy my whole life. It's been pretty easy fitting in considering the fact that there's not really a whole lot of diversity. My parents wanted me to enjoy private school not only because they're freakishly rich, but because they are overprotective and don't want me to "suffer" going to public school and right now, I'm grateful for that decision, but did it really have to be high school when they decided to send me to go public? See, I have no problem making friends other than the fact that I'm so shy that if you stuck me in a room with a stranger, I'd hide in the corner. Okay, maybe I'm over exaggerating but I haven't really been known as the person who makes the first move. No I'm not a loner, but my parents thought so, so I guess that's the reason they're giving up on Whinchester.
My new high school is Privet High School....I guess it's pretty good academically, but wait until the worst part. Cliques. High school is best known and feared because of the cliques that exist within them. There are nerds, populars, jocks, music freaks, art obsessors, etc. I would probably land in the miscellaneous category because there's absolutely positively nothing special about me. I mean I guess you could count me as a person who enjoys art, but I've never been a master at it. I'm an average student, don't really have any hobbies, and don't really engage in any electives. Currently, I have no friends, no social life, and I choose to be confined in my room all day. Pretty nice life right? I guess you can say that I have a pretty low self esteem probably because I haven't truly been exposed to the outside world, and I'm not really sure that I'm ready yet. My parents are concerned about my sanity but they just don't understand that it's hard being me.
I guess I could find at least one person in high school that I can befriend...but I don't guarentee it. Mom and dad always say that I'm beautiful and a lot of their friends and relatives agree but that's just what they're supposed to say...right? I mean I can't say that I haven't tried to pretty myself up and actually act like the rich prissy girl that you see in movies, but it just isn't me. Yes, the stereotype of designer clothes, shoes, and handbags exist in my closet but those are just things my parents spoil me with and that I've never asked for. I can describe myself for you and you can decide whether or not I can be considered beautiful. I have light chestnut brown hair that can stretch to my waist. It's engulfed in loose soft beach waves that cascade against my body. I have light blue eyes, light beige skin, and oh yeah I'm 5-7".
It's the middle of the night and I can't fall asleep because I'm so horrified that my first day of high school is tomorrow. Everybody will see me as the new girl and let's just say that it's going to be the worst day ever. Now let's actually try to fall asleep so that I don't pass out during my first day. I wish that I didn't have to wake up for tomorrow. That it would never come. But of course, that only happens in my dreams. And it did. Right up until Madame Beorris, the all around nanny, cook, butler, fashion icon, you name it, woke me up. Oh no, what would happen now? The thought of high school was the first thing that popped up into my head. Will I be teased by a bully? Will the populars gossip about me? Will I surprisingly make friends? Right then and there, I knew that my 4 years of misery, have begun.