Beautiful

New School, New Me

I run through the crowded hallways, earning many disgusted and annoyed looks from those I push past. Amber White and her clique of stuck-up rich girls chase after me.

"Get back here you little bitch!", Amber yells as I run even faster, my heart pounding in my chest as I heave air in and out of my exhausted lungs. I was slowing down and they were speeding up. This was not good.

I once again made the stupid mistake of looking back, my legs becoming jelly as I trip over an abandoned book bag in the middle of the hall. My knees smack hard against the floor and I gasp in pain, scrambling away from the vicious nails of my pursuers.

"Aw poor thing! you really thought you'd get away?" Amber sneers, grabbing a hand full of my hair and yanking my head up to look at her. I bite my lip to stop from crying out, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of my pain.

"Oh I can't wait to get my hands on you" she whispers menacingly, tightening her hold on my hair before slamming my head back against the wall. I squeeze my eyes shut, whimpering from the unbearable throbbing piercing my brain.

"Ha, this will be really fun" she says. I see her manicured hand swing toward my face before everything goes black.

----------

I bolt up in my bed, breathing heavy as I look around my room in panic before realizing it was just a nightmare.

I sigh quietly, gathering my hair off my neck in an attempt to cool off my sweaty body.

Looking over at my alarm clock, I see the numbers flashing at 5:30 am. I groan and flop back down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Today was my first day at my new school and nervous didn't even begin to explain what I was feeling right now. I was going to be the loner, the weird girl, the outcast. Well, nothing new there.

A few minutes pass before I finally convince myself to roll out of bed and trudge to the bathroom to start getting ready for the dreadful school day.

After showering and applying some makeup, I walk over to my closet to pick out the perfect outfit. I wanted to look like I belonged, especially after hearing how rich the kids were at this school.

I decided to wear a white button up shirt under a black v-neck cardigan, tucking it into a khaki pleaded skirt. I paired it with some black kitten heels and walked over to the floor length mirror.

This was one of the very rare times I actually put an effort into my appearance and it wasn't half bad but I still felt disappointed with myself, "this is as good as it's going to get" I said with a sigh.

This was definitely no where near the way I typically dressed. I almost always opted for ripped skinny jeans and a graphic t-shirt.

Never in a million years would I be caught dead in something like this. But this was a new school, a chance for me to have a fresh start.

I hoped it would be enough. If I was going to walk into BrookeRidge High School alone, I wanted to at least look the part.

Soon enough, I was pulling into the student parking lot, my hands shaking from the nerves.

I cut my car off and wiped my sweaty palms against my skirt, looking into my mirror one more time. With a sigh I stepped out of my car and grabbed my book bag, heading to the school's main entrance.

Here goes nothing..