The Boy Next Door

2 - you'll be alright, everyone gets nervous

"Ugh," I complained, hearing my alarm ring from beside me, for the fourth time that morning.

I rolled off my bed, and sat down on the floor, groggily picking my phone up.

Last night was terrible. I slept terribly.
Now I sleep a lot. And I mean A LOT.

Especially considering the fact that I'm a senior in high school.

Last night however, I was up till 1, trying to unpack my stuff.

I didn't finish unpacking, but I kid you not, the moment I decided to go to sleep, I noticed a bee in my room.

Back in LA, this was not a problem.

Bees almost didn't exist okay!

I'm kidding, obviously, but they never entered my house, and even if they did, my mom would have Linda remove it before anything bad happened!

Now I know it might make me sound like an idiot, but they're suprisngly hard to deal with.

I however did manage to drive the bee away, but that was after tripping on my suitcase, spraining my ankle and breaking a glass Jar.

Oh well,

The point is, that I did it myself, and that's on character development and growth.

I scrolled through my phone for a while, until I noticed that I was probably going to be late if I didn't start getting ready soon.

I rubbed my eyes and slowly got up.

I quickly took a bath, changed into a white tennis skirt and a cute blue top, and headed into the kitchen.

I wasn't exactly hungry, so I ate some already cut fruit that was in the fridge, and headed to school.

Pearson High, my first day.

I walked for less than 5 minutes through the early morning streets, after which I found myself standing infront of the intimidatingly large gates of Pearson high.

Maybe I'll just make a run for it?

I shook my head and sighed.

Ew.

I twisted my rubberband on my arm, and walked through the gates, feeling my soul leave my body as I did so.

The paint was chipping off the grey buildings, and the plants scattered around the area were drying off like the ends of bleached hair.

The more I walked through the campus, the louder the voices of the students got, until it slowly became a little less gloomy, and a little more chaotic.

As I entered the main building, it got a whole lot louder. I felt whispers and stares around me, making me more uncomfortable that I already was.

All I could focus on was my particularly unattractive side profile, and the fact that my situation was just as bad as I thought it would be if not worse.

I tried to not focus on the people around me, and walked up to the front office, inevitably feeling sort of small and insecure.

"Excuse me?" I said softly, as I reached the front desk.

"Mmh?" The woman sitting there hummed, keeping her eyes glued to her laptop screen.

"Uhm...hi, I'm a new student here. I was wondering if you have my timetable?" I asked.

"Name?" She said, in a rather due tone if you ask me.

"Kiara....Renolds," I said, and expectedly, she instantly looked up, and flashed me a smile.