The hardest thing a kid could ever go through is moving schools. You have no friends, no one to talk to. If you get lost, you're fucked until someone offers to help you find your way, which hardly any one does. Bunking class seems the easiest option, but in a way it's also the hardest because you're faced with a detention and you've made a bad impression on the people you should be trying to make a good impression on. If nobody offers to help you and you don't want to bunk, then you have to find your way to the office. For all you know, the office could be on the other side of the school, which is why im glad my parents dropped me in early. They wanted to talk to the headteacher before the day started.

We sat opposite Miss Stark in her office, talking about ways to make friends. I didn't necessarily care about making friends as of yet, i just wanted to get through the first day. whether i fit in with the other kids or not, which i probably didn't because even in my last school, me and my friends were the outcasts because we 'like music that makes ears bleed.'
This school didn't have a uniform, but there was a dress code. You had to wear something sensible, which I didn't have a problem with, because i only wear band t-shirt's and Converse. We were allowed to wear nail varnish and make up too, it was like a dream. In this school i could be who I wanted. In my last school everyone looked the same, dressed the same. The boys weren't even allowed to wear shorts. Not even if it was scorching hot.

Miss Stark pulled me out of my train of thought and handed me my new books and my planner.
'That's every thing you need Zoey. Your timetable and your map are in your planner so you won't get lost.' I felt a flush of relief come over me at the thought of not having to rely on total strangers to help me find my way. 'You have English first with Miss Diamond. It is an all boys English set as the girls was simply over flowing with girls of similar grades to you.'
I didn't mind, I don't know anyone here, so who I sit with and who I'm in the same class as doesn't really bother me. I get along better with boys anyway. Miss Stark thanked my parents for coming in and they shook hands. As we left her room, my mum gave me a huge hug.
'Oh Zoey! I'm proud of you for putting on a brave face for your first day here! You'll fit in just fine!'
'Thanks.. mum..' I said pulling out of her embrace.
'Oh Zoey did i embarrass you? I'm sorry honey.'
'It's fine mum, i'm fine, you can go now.'
'Okay if you're sure honey. Just call me if something happens and i'll come and get you straight away okay?'
'Yes mum, please, just both of you, go.'
'Okay, we love you! Good luck!' She called as she disappeared round the corner. Dad patted me on the shoulder and winked at me, and hurried after my mother.

Putting my books in my bag, I started walking to my first class. Realising I didn't know where I was going, I fumbled around for my planner and went to the page with the map. 'Room 25..' I muttered to myself, searching over the map to find the room. 'Room 25 huh?' Said a deep voice from behind me. 'That's Miss Diamond's room right?'
'What? Uh.. yeah.. um..'
'You sure that's where you're meant to be going? I've got her now, and we're an all boys set.'
'Yeah im sure.. Miss Stark said that's where..'
'Well if Miss Stark said it, then it must be right.' He said interrupting me and grinning wildly. 'Right this way.'
'Uh.. Thanks.. I guess..' I was so confused. I didn't have a clue who this guy was. I realised I hadn't even looked at him.
I quickly looked him up and down. He had brown hair that was so dark it was practically black. He had amazing bright blue eyes and a great complexion. His skin was so perfect you'd think the boy had skipped puberty, which im hoping for his sake he hasn't because i'm 15 and he's got to be at least that to be in the same year as me. He was wearing black jeans and Coverse and a Metallica tshirt. I looovvee Metallica. 'Nice shirt.' I said, breaking the on going silence. He looked down at me (yes he was very, VERY tall) and smiled politely.
'Likewise.' I glimpsed down at myself after completely forgetting what I was wearing. It was my Guns N' Roses top. I smiled to myseld, glad to have chosen to wear this.

'So why are you in an all boys set?' He asked.
'According to Miss Stark, the class of girls with the around the same grades as me was already full, so I was put with you.' I said bluntly on the verge of a huge yawn.
'Don't sound too excited about it..' He said sarcastically. I frowned.
'Sorry i didn't mean to..' But he interrupted me again.
'Hey you don't have be sorry. I'd understand if you're nervous, what with it being your first day and all.' I wanted to yell "I'M NOT NERVOUS!" in his face, but I knew he was my only chance at having a friend at this point, so instead I just nodded quickly and let out a deep sigh. He stopped and turned to face me. I almost walked straight into him. I looked at him with a confused expression and he smiled what could have been a nervous smile, but I was meant to be the nervous one here. 'Why did you stop?' I asked curiously.
'We're here.' He said smirking at me.
'Oh fuck, sorry. I'm so stupid.' I said, obviously blushing. Fucking hell, I must have 'MORON' written across my forehead. He just chuckled and put his hand on my arm.
'Hey..' he said staring me in the eyes. 'I get a pretty tough time here what with the clothes I wear and the music I listen to. Some people even say that my music makes their ears bleed.' He smiled again and I smiled back. I realised how alike we are, although I didn't know enough about him to make a proper judgement. 'Seeing as we both like that kind of stuff, I just thought i'd warn you that in there, is a bunch of jerks and that you shouldn't listen to them.' I realised i'd been staring at him and i'd hardly listened to what he'd said, but I got the jist of it. I nodded and reassured him that i'm used to it because the people at the old school did that too.

With a pat on the arm, he walked into the classroom with me following behind.
'Look!' said a boys voice. 'Emo fag's got another emo fag friend! But this one's a girl! I think.' Everyone started pointing and laughing at us like we were circus freaks. I searched around and found the boy who's voice i'd heard.
I walked over to him and took his excersize book out of his hands. I read his name out loud.
'James Benjamin Bruce..' i said, throwing his book on the table and resting my hand on it. 'So James Benjamin Bruce. What did you say i was? Oh yes, Emo Fag. Well give me a second.' I made a point of looking him up and down. He was wearing Nike trainers and a tracksuit with a pair of headphones resting round his neck. I gave him a spiteful look. 'Judging by the way you look, i'd say you were more of a "fag" than I am, which by the way, is a dreadful stereotype and makes me question your own sexuality. Why don't you take the piss out of someone, who has a fuck to give about you and your knock off Skull Candy's. I don't like your attitude, and I most certainly don't like you.'
He looked at me and blushed slightly, but still tried to grasp onto the reputation he'd built himself whilst everyone else in the room were laughing and making 'ooooh' sounds. Before he could say anything back to me, I turned quickly round and marched to the only seat left in the room.
The one next to the guy i'd walked here with.