Bayville High - 7:30 A.M. A swarm of kids laughing, joking around, trading homework, etc. Among them walked a new girl, who was chewing her lower lip and looking more than a little nervous. A headful of thick curly auburn hair, framing a pretty face, cascaded freely past her shoulders. Her eyes, a gorgeous shade of pale olive, held a nervous look to them. She was new, after all. Glancing up at the huge letterings of "BAYVILLE HIGH" on the school building, she took a deep breath. *Well, this is it! I guess you've been given another chance. Don't screw up this time.* With that, she walked into the building. *Whoa, this place is pretty big!* she thought, surprised. She'd expected it to be like her old school. *Well, I can't go back there now!* she thought bitterly, frustrated tears threatening to spill over. Blinking them back impatiently, she let her mind wander to those last few weeks of basically her life. *How could you, Amanda? Mandy, you were my best friend! And yet, you were the first to give me the cold shoulder when- when- IT happened! Just when I needed you guys the most, ya'll-*
"Um, h-hi," a friendly yet somewhat concerned voice broke into her thoughts. The girl had been so preoccupied that she jumped about a mile.
"Whoa! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you or anything. You just looked kind of lost. Can I help you? Oh, by the way, my name is Jean. What's yours?"
The girl smiled faintly, glad for a friendly face in the crowd to befriend, after what seemed like countless thousands of stony-faced ex-friends at her old school. "I'm Wanda," the girl replied, warmth now creeping into her voice. "We just moved here, so I'm kinda new in town and here at Bayville," she laughed apologetically.
"It's okay," Jean said with a warm smile. "It's tough to be new, but the people here are pretty nice. What grade are you in?"
"10th," Wanda replied.
"Hmm, some of my friends are sophomores too. I can introduce you to them sometime," Jean offered.
The younger girl's eyes lit up. "Really? That'd be cool! Thanks Jean!"
"No problem!" Jean said, then sighed as she glanced down at her watch. "But I'd better get to class. If we're lucky this year, Pietro and Lance wouldn't have managed to either blow up or burn down the chemistry building like they did last year." Jean rolled her eyes. Off of Wanda's questioning and amused look, Jean shook her head, and gave a little laugh. "It's a long story."
Wanda laughed too. "I'd better get going too. Gotta go pick up my lovely schedule from the office."
Jean smiled. "I think you'll like it here! Just stay clear of the Brotherhood, and you'll pretty much be guaranteed a great year."
"The Brotherhood?" Wanda echoed, frowning a little. "Who are they?"
"A group of mut- kids that always have a talent of causing trouble where ever they go." Jean said, correcting herself just in time.
"Oh, um, okay," Wanda said, shrugging.
"Well, it was nice meeting you, Wanda," Jean said as she shifted her backup to her other shoulder and gave her a smile and a wave. "Hope to see you around!"
"Yeah, you too!" With a wave back, Wanda sighed and entered the office to pick up her schedule, and praying that this school's experience for her wouldn't be as bad as the one at her old school...
"Um, h-hi," a friendly yet somewhat concerned voice broke into her thoughts. The girl had been so preoccupied that she jumped about a mile.
"Whoa! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you or anything. You just looked kind of lost. Can I help you? Oh, by the way, my name is Jean. What's yours?"
The girl smiled faintly, glad for a friendly face in the crowd to befriend, after what seemed like countless thousands of stony-faced ex-friends at her old school. "I'm Wanda," the girl replied, warmth now creeping into her voice. "We just moved here, so I'm kinda new in town and here at Bayville," she laughed apologetically.
"It's okay," Jean said with a warm smile. "It's tough to be new, but the people here are pretty nice. What grade are you in?"
"10th," Wanda replied.
"Hmm, some of my friends are sophomores too. I can introduce you to them sometime," Jean offered.
The younger girl's eyes lit up. "Really? That'd be cool! Thanks Jean!"
"No problem!" Jean said, then sighed as she glanced down at her watch. "But I'd better get to class. If we're lucky this year, Pietro and Lance wouldn't have managed to either blow up or burn down the chemistry building like they did last year." Jean rolled her eyes. Off of Wanda's questioning and amused look, Jean shook her head, and gave a little laugh. "It's a long story."
Wanda laughed too. "I'd better get going too. Gotta go pick up my lovely schedule from the office."
Jean smiled. "I think you'll like it here! Just stay clear of the Brotherhood, and you'll pretty much be guaranteed a great year."
"The Brotherhood?" Wanda echoed, frowning a little. "Who are they?"
"A group of mut- kids that always have a talent of causing trouble where ever they go." Jean said, correcting herself just in time.
"Oh, um, okay," Wanda said, shrugging.
"Well, it was nice meeting you, Wanda," Jean said as she shifted her backup to her other shoulder and gave her a smile and a wave. "Hope to see you around!"
"Yeah, you too!" With a wave back, Wanda sighed and entered the office to pick up her schedule, and praying that this school's experience for her wouldn't be as bad as the one at her old school...