The New Girl in School

Honk honk! The mystery new girl pulled up with her father in their old and rusty car. The girl walked out the vehicle embarrassed as her dad blew her a kiss goodbye and wishing his daughter a great day as she took on her first day at a new school. She slowly walked into the school with her head down. She got all the weird looks just as any new kid would get as they walk into the school for the first time.

This new school was where all the 'rich and popular' kids went to school. However, this girl was nowhere near rich and popular. She looked at all the kids with their name brand clothing, and with all their friends. That instantly made her felt the need to become embarrassed as she walked down the hall with her jeans that were to small and with huge holes in the knees, her shirt that was all raggedy and to small, and her hair a grease ball pulled back in a braid.

As she's walked down the hall she darts into the bathroom and instantly starts to cry. All of a sudden someone walks in, she tries to get out of the situation and hide but it's too late. She makes eye contact with the girls pretty bright blue eyes. She looked as she were my age, a sophomore. She also look like one of those rich and popular girls in school.

"Hi, my name's Bridget. Everything all right?"

"My names Harper, I'm new here." Harper mumbled as she was fighting back the tears, and acting like she was just fine.

"Don't be afraid. Everything will be alright," she said calmingly.

"I'm really scared. Everyone here is rich and popular!" exclaimed Harper. Tears started running down her face. "I don't even have a bed to sleep on!"

"Listen Harper, like I said everything will be just fine. You may just may have to give it a little time."

"But,"

Bridget cut her off. "Again Harper, you'll be just fine."

"What class are you supposed to be in right now?" asked Bridget.

"I don't even know," Harper said as she buried her head into her knees. "I don't even want to be here!"

"Well let me go check in with my teachers he's probably wondering where I am by now."

Just as she said that both Harper and Bridget were called into Mr. Smith's room.

"Well it looks like we are in the same class Harper!" Bridget did a little jump.

"Really?!" exclaimed Harper. "How exciting!"

"Here I'll show you the way."

"I," said Harper, "don't want to go."

"You'll be fine, let's go."

Harper said in a pouty voice, "whatever."

They started walking down the hall and talking about different stuff. Mr. Smith's room was on the second floor, third door on the right. Harper took a deep breath.

"Don't frant everything is going to be just fine."

Harper took another deep breath as her body trembles. Bridget held her hand on the door knob.

"Would you just open the door already so we can get this over with?!"

Harper pushed the door open and stood there. Bridget walked in, then followed by Harper with her head down. Harper walked to the back of the room.

"Oh you must be our new student, we've been expecting you." Smith said as he kinda half way gave her the look like what are you doing here? You don't belong in a place like this.

Still with her head down, "yes, I'm sure you have been."

"And you name is?" Mr. Smith asked.

"Harper," she said real quickly and quietly.