hey I just met you
And this is crazy
This is my first story
So be nice, maybe? :3
As I stumbled into Maths the first thing I noticed was the smell. The smell of sweat. I mean, this IS maths. Not bloody Physical Education. Oh yeah, also the lack of colour. It was so dreary.. The atmosphere was just dead. Despite being filled with about 30 pairs of eyes staring at me and 30 faces with blank expressions. I pushed my glasses up. I quickly scaned the room until my eyes met those of the teacher. I handed him the bit of paper I received at the office which he scaned over about 4 times.
"Right, I see." He said with the most boring voice I have ever heard, I swear. "Take a book and sit over there."
He poined towards a table where there was a girl sitting and an empty seat next to her. She let out a massive, exaggerated sigh as I walked to her desk.
Yeah, it's not like I wanna be here either!
Anyway, I calmed myself down before sitting, put a smile on my face and said,
"Hey I'm Sara!"
My statement seemed to have gotten ignored. Damn, thats a cheerful welcome! I'm just glad the teacher didn't make a huge deal about it.
"Right boys and girls! This is the new girl, Sara." The teacher burst out with. "She needs a Buddy!"
I groaned and hid my face in my hands desperately hoping the day would end as quick as I moved here.
"Zaria!" The girl beside me looked up. "You can be her Buddy!"
I groaned again only inside my head to save any arguments. I hate this place already. All the girls look the same. They're all plastic with fake hair, fake tan, fake lips and fake boobs. All except the girl beside me. She had very dark raven hair and quite pale skin. In fact, she looked very out of place for such a fake town.
My Street is much the same as the school. It's so incredibly obnoxious. Nosy Neighbours, single flirtatious 'moms', perfect green lawns and bright pastel coloured houses. I struggle containing vomit on my journeys to and from school.
I was late into School because my dad had to have an interview with the head teacher. It's called the principal here in America. The principal - principal Higgins - could hardly understand anything me an my dad said to him. We're Scottish you see. Anyway, after Maths it was Lunch. The canteen was huge! I had such a tiny one compared to this. I felt so awkward the whole time. It seemed like they were all staring at me as I entered. I kept my head down as I got a sandwich and some fizzy juice. As I turned around to sit I suddenly realised there were no free tables. I took a deep breath and walked over to the table where Zaria was sitting.
"Heyy can I sit here?" I asked probably a little too intimidated.
"If you want." She mumbled with a mouthful of chips.
I sat down slowly and rather awkwardly and began to eat.
"Your ring.." I looked up to see her staring at my hand. "where'd you get it?"
I looked at my delicate celtic style star in my ring.
"It was my mums" I smiled at the memories. "Why?"
She leaned in closer. "It's a star pentagon. It's used as a symbol of faith to Wiccans."
"So... it's like... magic?"
She laughed a little. "Kind of. It has some magical assosiations. Do you know what Wicca is?" I shook my head. "It's a religion that incorparates the practice of witchcraft."
She wasn't kidding. I could see it by the serious expression on her face. She told me all about a Moon Goddess, a horned god demonised into the form of the devil by th church, theologies and all sorts.
A tiny little start so far. :') I'm quite bad but whatcha think? :3