Enemy

My alarm's shrieks blares into my ears as it rings. BEEPBEEPBEEP! BEEPBEEPBEEP! It's only able to ring twice before my hand comes down and smacks the off button. I pull my comforter further over my head. Great, today is my first day at a new school, Arlington High School. I'm in eleventh grade, so at least I'm an upperclassmen. I just hope I'm able to make some new friends. At my last school, I didn't have a million friends, but I had to leave behind the four best friends that I had.
I sigh when I hear the my mother knocking at the door. "Up up up, Kirstin! It's your first day of school!" Her voice is too perky for 7 in the morning. Somehow, my mother is one of those disgusting people who actually like morning. Excuse me if I'd rather lay in bed for another hour, resting, and waiting for the sun to actually come up.

"I'm up!" I shout lazily through the door. I rub my eyes and throw my covers to the end of my bed, springing up. My feet meet the soft lavender carpet and I trudge over to my dresser, grabbing a shirt that is made to look old. It's a sleeveless black shirt that advertises Pink Floyd, a band from the 60s. I also pull out some light blue jeans with factory-made holes in them, and a pair of black flats with little bows on them.

On my drive to school, I almost ran over a short, raven-haired boy in the parking lot. He seemed kind of cute, but I wouldn't actually ever approach him, especially after I almost ran over him. Unless, of course, it was to apologize. On the way in, I pull my schedule out of my faux leather bag.

BELL I: PRE-CALCULUS

CAMPBELL, ROOM 212

Hooray, I get to do a form of advanced math that I'll probably never use at 8 in the morning.

I walk up a staircase, assuming that it's on the second floor based on the fact that it's in the 200s, and find myself slamming straight into a tall blonde girl.

"Watch where you're fucking going!" She walks right past me and bumps her shoulder against mine roughly. Two girls follow her and sigh in disgust with my. I rub my shoulder a bit and walk down the hallway to my calculus class.

Mrs. Campbell is about my height, 5'5", pale and from Indiana. She has a baby and enjoys tea and spending time with her family. This is what I learned in the first fifteen minutes of my pre-calc. class. Well, at least I didn't spend that time learning calculus. I also learned a few of my classmates's names. There is Brittany, Serenity, Joshua, Carrie, Michael, Christina, Jordan, and Scott. The seats are all two people to a desk, and by the time I got into the class, there were only three seats available; one next to a Brittany, who gave me an odd look, one right next to Mrs. Campbell's desk, and one next to Scott. Scott is tall, blonde, blue-eyed, and very nice. He mentioned that he didn't recognize me, which then prompted me to explain that I'm new at AHS. He asked me about my schedule, and it turns out that we have three more classes together and lunch! And get this: invited me to sit with him! Of course I told him that I would. Scott told me that he liked me shirt and I asked him if he listens to Pink Floyd. He said he did and his dad owns ever album they've made. Scott seemed to really be genuinely interested with me. I'm just ecstatic that I've actually made a friend on my first day.

The three other classes I had before lunch -English, World History, and Spanish - were kind of just a blur. Scott wasn't in them, and I couldn't really stop thinking about him and my empty stomach. I made some acquaintances, I guess, but no lasting friends, really. When lunch finally rolled around, I got my food and Scott waved me over to a circular table where he sat with who I believe to be the boy that almost ran over this morning, and an auburn-haired girl who was chatting away with the shorter boy. I'm about halfway over to the table when I trip over someone's foot. Luckily, only a few people seemed to notice or care enough to laugh. I gather my lunch back together and see that the foot has stepped out in front of me. When I rise, I realize that it's the girl who I bumped into earlier.

"Listen here. Clearly you're new here, so I'm just going to let you know something. You don't want to sit with them. You'll want to sit alone or find some other loser like yourself to sit with, but not them." She says, staring me down.

"Tell her, Kayla!" One of her friends comments from the table. I roll my eyes.

"Whatever." I mutter and walk around her.

When I reach Scott's table, he immediately sits down next to me. "Oh my god, are you okay?" His eyebrows wiggle together and he puts his arm around me.

"Yea, I'm fine. She's just kind of..." I trial off.

"A bitch?" The other girl and boy chime in in unison

"Well," I pause. "Yea, kind of." I laugh a little. The boy leans over the table.

"I'm Mitch, by the way," Mitch flashes a smile "and this is Alice." He gestures to the girl. She smiles and waves to me. Did I see you in the parking lot this morning?" He winks at me. I grin and my face flushes red.

"Yea, I think I saw you too." I mutter. Scott raises an eyebrow and so does Alice. "Oh, my name is Kirstin. You can call me Kirstie." I shrug. If I just want to be called Kirstie, why didn't I simply introduce myself as Kirstie? Ugh, whatever.

"That's a cute name." Alice pipes up.

"Yea, it is." Mitch agrees.

My cheeks get pinker. "Thanks."

For the remainder of lunch, Mitch and Alice ask me a lot of the same questions that Scott asked me in our first bell. We laughed and joked and talked. I apparently only have lunch with Alice, but I have Choir, Chemistry, and Home Economics with Scott and Mitch.

During dinner, my mother asked me about my day.

"It was alright, I guess." I shrug and continue to eat my spaghetti.

"What do you mean alright? Did you make friends?" She gives me a weird look, as if she thinks I'm lying about something.

"Yea, I made a few friends." I say.

"Did you get into any fights?"

"Not really."

"What do you mean 'not really'?"

"I just meant no!"

"Kirstie..."

"It wasn't that big of a deal!"

"So you did?" She pries.

"That's not what I meant."

"Kirstie, you cannot just let yourself be a victim all the time."

I drop my fork and stare at her for a while. A long while. "I'm not hungry anymore." I finally say and leave the dining room. I run up the stairs to my bedroom and quickly close the door behind my before she can even protest. I lock my door and run over to my bed, sinking into it. I let my covers swallow me and drown in a sea of sleep.