The first day at a new school is sometimes also a first for other things. Let's look at one new girl who's joining a High school in Ohio at the start of the academic year: It's her first time driving with a proper license, it's also the first time she's ever driven in America or without her parents telling her where she's going wrong; It's the first day she'll never have to do ICT, which she's very happy about, and not being forced to do PE or as the American's call it Gym; It's also the first day, although she won't realise it yet, that a guy will look at her the way she looks at him. That's in a romantic way.

The girl in question was concentrating on not hitting anyone with her new car on the way in. She found herself a space in the parking lot next to someone's small but cute car that had been scrubbed clean within an inch of its life. She opened the car over the other side of her car, away from the shiny automobile, next to the brick wall. She reached inside and grabbed her bag from underneath the front passenger seat. Slinging it over her right shoulder she leaned back and shut the door.

She looked up at the high school she was starting this year. The sign saying William McKinley High School over the entrance seemed a little bland but hopefully that didn't represent the inside or the people in it. She sighed and walked up the steps whilst trying not to be pushed by anyone going inside the doors. She looked for an office but turned to her right to see the receptionist behind a glass panel. She was on the phone. Walking up to the glass she waited until she had finished on the phone she tapped on the screen between them. After waving at her the woman on the other side of the barrier slid open a small box to talk.

"Hi I'm new," she explained as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The receptionist looked at her with recognition.

"Name?" she barked.

"Alexis Costa," she said waiting and having that moment when you worry if the paper work got through or if somehow she was a t the wrong school.

The receptionist grabbed some papers and flicked through them. Rip-p-pip-p-pip, rip-p-pip-p-pip-p-pip as she went through each one then, "Bingo! Alexis Costa here's your form- fill it in then I'll give you your schedule and map." She slid the papers through the small slot underneath the glass screen.

She grabbed a seat opposite the receptionist's booth and grabbed a black pen so she could begin to fill in the papers.

First Name(s): Alexis Ann Diamond

Surname: Costa

Last School: Already Typed In

DOB: 20th September 1994

School Year: Senior, Grade 12

Birth Place: Boston, Lincolnshire, UK

She flipped through the terms and agreements, school rules, clubs and other things that she would be allowed to look at a later point. She checked that she hadn't forgotten anything. She handed it back to the receptionist and she checked it and went through the map and gave her locker number and keys to her. Her first class was History and her locker number was 569 but she was asked to go to the principal's office to get an introduction and chat with him.

She knocked at the Principal's door and her motioned her to go through. She opened the door and edged in.

"Sit down," he said with a friendly voice. He reminded her of one of her friend's Dad: his voice, the warm brown skin colour, the constant sort of chuckle in his voice. She walked slowly to the chair and sat down. He went on a little bit about had a great and proud history of the school and that she was going to join a good school and that she would be a good part of their student board. She nodded at the right points and he smiled.

"Well we must go and introduce you to your class," he said as he got up to get out of the office. She followed him to History which had about twenty minutes left. Knocking on the door the class went quiet inside as Figgins walked in.

"Class we have a new student and I want you to welcome her," he said gesturing for her to walk further into the class. They all clapped as she walked in although it was a bit half hearted. The teacher smiled and gestures for her to go a find a seat: the one at the back left.

Walking to the back she found that she was sitting two seats back from a tall blonde guy. She noticed his hair that feel in front of his eyes wearing a jock's jacket for football. She spent half the time thinking about if she would actually learn anything new this year and wondering if the guy two rows in front and to the left of her would notice her or be a friend this year.