The Bad vs The Good

Get used to it

2 years ago I didn't think I'd be stood here. Just staring at the school in front of me; Northvale High. I feel like in one of those American high school movies I've watched way too many of for the past month, preparing myself of what's to come.

Let me explain.

So, five months ago, we were happy living in London, by we I mean my mum, dad, brother and me. I was 15, preparing for my GCSE's, however mums business was going downhill. She owns many little boutiques all over the England and America, from LA to Cornwall, don't ask me why but she's just weird like that. Here in Seattle, mum has around 4 firms, all of which are falling behind, badly. Instead of doing the normal thing and letting the workers deal with it, oh no, she thinks it will be a great move for the family to leave home, and live here so that she can sort out the stores. Crazy, I'm aware, but that's my mum. Dad and Scott weren't too pleased with the idea, and rightly so but you see, mum has her ways of persuasion.

Anyway flashback over, I'm really here. I turned sixteen last month so I'll be going into 10th grade I think? I'm used to the school system back in England, but I'm sure I'll get used to it here. But like I said, here I am staring up at the sign of my new school, which looks like what I've seen in most of the films I've watched, high school musical being the main hit. What can I say, I'm a sucker for a bit of Zac Efron.

I know from joining any school that the first thing I need to do is look strong, not to look like a weakling. That won't be that hard I guess, I'm feisty when I have to be and being 5'8, so I could look a bit intimidating to all of the smaller girls here. No I'm not looking to be popular, quite the opposite actually, I just want to get by school without being noticed, but right now I wish someone would just realise that I need some form of a friend because someone needs to show me to the 'principles office'. God that sounds so American. Everyone around me seems in a hurry, running up to their friends, which I guess they haven't seen over the summer, and just hanging around and socialising with their peers.

I'm interrupted from my train of thought when my dad beeps the horn on his Mercedes, hoping to grab my attention. That he did, along with the rest of the school. Embarrassed, I turn on my heels to face my dad and there he is, grinning like a Cheshire Cat with his thumbs up signalling 'have a good day!'. Silent giggling erupts from all around me, and all I can do right now is turn scarlet red. Scotts laughing away in the passenger seat of the car, and the death stare I give him shows that right now, I'm not to be messed with. I give my dad a quick smile and he drives smoothly off into the main road.

So much for keeping on the down low.

I reckon I have around five minutes to get to the principles office, and I still don't have a clue where that could be. I've tried tapping on a few peoples shoulders to get their attention but all I receive in return is a death stare from hell. Lovely. I try a new approach to the girls walking up to me and, let's just say when they came out the womb, they must've been holding a fake tan bottle and can of hairspray. When they're about a metre away, I finally pluck up the courage to say something. I think that was the wrong thing to do...

"So are you going to help me or not, because everyone else thinks it's a great idea to ignore me right now". Yes so I decide to throw a tantrum, and yes now I'm regretting it, and yes little miss fake ass Barbie is strutting towards me with disgust on her face like I'm a pile of rubbish that's been kicked in front of her. Instinctively I walk back from her towering appearance, those boots must add at least 3 inches to her height.

"Right well who are you, because I don't remember ever seeing big ass Betty in my school before?" Before I have any time to say something back to her, her hand is all up in my face, and it takes all my will power not to break her manicured fingers there and then, Scott's taught me well. There are some benefits to having a big brother.

"That doesn't require an answer idiot" and with that she's laughing in my face with her posse and soon the rest of the school are either giggling or are in full blown hysterics.

Great. Fantastic. Amazing even. Moral of the story, you're on your own, don't ask for help, especially from Barbie girls.

When she finally leaves, and the rest of the school are making a move, there I am. Stood speechless, and that's very rare for me. 2 girls looking about 5'6 and 5'7 run up to me when they see the coast is clear from little miss plastic, with only one thing in their eyes. Sorrow. Why, I'm not sure but it's nice to see someone who looks like they could help me.

"Are you alright?!" They are both asking me simultaneously and it's a bit weird, yet they notice and share a giggle between each other, and then their focus is back on me.

"I'm fine, thank you. It's nice to see someone not laughing in my face right now. Well not at me anyway" as I say this I'm looking down at my hands which seem to be in a knot. This is something I not end to do when I'm nervous or in an awkward situation.

"No way! You're British right?! Oh god you're going to get all the boys!"
"Kyla let the girl breathe a second" with an outstretched hand, she introduces herself as Lily, and it turns out that they're in the same grade as me too. They've offered to take me to the principles office, and I wish that right now they were here about 5 minutes ago to have stopped the sheer embarrassment I have just had to face.

In front of the glass doors, I quickly check my appearance, as to not look vain in front of the two girls I've met. We've agreed to see each other at lunch just outside my lesson before, which happens to be room 3, calculus. I brush off my black skinny jeans, which go with my white converse and white lace top, and hug my jacket to myself from the cold wind that has just passed. It's early September so it's not that cold, around 18 degrees Celsius, but the air is still a bit nippy. I push my bag on to my shoulder, as it seems to have slipped down, and quickly thank Kyla and lily for their help, when they scurry off to their lessons.

Panic and anxiety hits me hard as I knock briefly on the door. Don't freak out Ami, don't freak out whatever you do. Once again today I'm interrupted in my thoughts as the door swings open and I see a rather tall, grey haired man in front of me.

"You must be Amelia! Welcome to Northvale High. I'll briefly talk you through your class schedule and I'll send you on your way with a map of the school." Well he did exactly that. Brief wasn't really the word, it was more rushed if anything and here I am stood in front of my first class, which I believe is with Mrs Edwards, chemistry. Great, note the sarcasm. Hesitantly I knock on the door, and I'm welcomed by a rather distressed teacher, which I presume is Mrs Edwards.

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Okay so this was my first part and I really hope you enjoyed it! If you have any suggestions please let me know because it's my first book and I really want you to enjoy it! Thank you!