I decided to write this after reading the many CSI high school fics. You should check them out. Especially High School Times, High School Problems by AmberKyep which inspired me to write this.
All mistakes are mine and I own nothing!!!
Sara glued her eyes firmly to the floor as her social worker discussed her with the principal of her new school.Every so often one of them would glance at Sara, making her feel extremely uncomfortable and uneasy.
After what felt like an eternity the adults stopped talking and looked at her properly for the first time since she'd entered the principal's office. "Sara, I'm going to leave now. Will you be okay?"
Sara sighed and nodded. She hated the sympathy more then the looks of contempt that had followed her after her father's death. She'd started at numerous high schools as she was shunted between too many foster to count and was used to being the new kid. Sara was sure that one more time couldn't hurt.
The social worker patted her on the shoulder as she left. The principal glanced up at Sara, "I've requested a boy who will be in your form to show you round. His name's Greg Sanders. Ah, here he is."
Sara turned towards the door where a teenage boy was standing with a sheepish grin. His blondey-brown hair was carefully and painstakingly gelled up to make it look like he had just woken up.
Sara couldn't help but to immediately like him. She was pretty sure that Greg had that effect on everyone who met him. His eyes were deep brown and mischievous but Sara could tell that she would be able trust him in the future.
"If you would care to follow me, madam." He mock-bowed and held his hand out to her. Giggling Sara took it and allowed Greg to lead into the empty corridor. All of the kids had gone to their homerooms a while ago and the echoing hallways freaked Sara out slightly.
"Don't worry, you'll soon be able to find your way around," Greg said, catching sight of Sara's slightly overwhelmed look as he led her through the rabbit run of corridors. "Why'd you move schools?"
Sara felt her throat constrict slightly. She knew Greg was just trying to make conversation but she was always uncomfortable around those subjects. "I moved house." Well it wasn't technically a lie; she had moved house, and family.
"Here it is!" Greg exclaimed suddenly, stopping outside a door. "Your new form waits," and with that he pushed open the door and stepped inside. Sara nervously followed suit and entered the classroom.
Everyone's eyes turned to the door and the new kid. Sara shifted from foot to foot, biting her lip. No matter how many she had tried she'd never got used to being new. She knew that she would soon be categorized to fit with the neat cliques already formed and was dreading the moment of the decision.
Sara quickly scanned the room as she walked over to her seat at the very back of the classroom. She was trying to work out who to avoid and who to trust. She quickly who were the populars; a group of cheerleader and footballer types, surrounding a blonde girl who appeared to be their leader. Sara was amazed at the similarities that high school kids often shared with packs of animals.
The boy who showed her around, Greg, was sitting in the midst of a small group of slightly-geeky looking teenagers. He seemed to be having an animated discussion about the advantages and disadvantages of teddy bears.
"Did you ever have a teddy Sara?" He as soon as she dropped into the seat behind him. Greg was so enthusiastic about the topic that his eyes were wide and bright. He smiled at Sara with his brown eyes alight with excitement.
Sara grinned back; his smile was infectious, and nodded. "I had one when I was about four." She remembered that bear and its soft black fur. Her Dad had bought it when he was feeling guilty, right after he'd broken her arm by pushing her down the stairs.
"See Archie, I told you! Everyone has a teddy when they're little! It's practically a law of growing up!" Greg yelled triumphantly. The boy Sara guessed was Archie just shrugged and smiled at her.
"I'm Archie," he introduced himself, "and seeing as Greg doesn't seem bothered with introductions, this is Warrick." He said indicating to a boy with an afro who waved at Sara.
"And we," Greg indicated proudly round the group, "are officially the nerdiest nerds you are ever likely to encounter."
He looked so pleased about this fact that Sara couldn't help but laugh. "What?" Asked Warrick, looking offended, "if we make fun of ourselves, it makes it harder for others to do so."
"Sorry," Sara apologized immediately, still unsure of where she stood with these people. "It's just kind of… different." She finished, after struggling to find the right word.
"No need to be sorry," Greg assured her. "If you like you can officially become a nerd too." He looked so eager that Sara couldn't bear to disappoint him, and it seemed like fun
"Okay," she said. "Count me in. Where do I sign?"
"Here," Greg replied handing her a notebook with the words Nerd Society written on the front. Inside the cover was a list with all of their names. Handing Sara a pen, he passed it over, giving her his trademark smile whilst doing so.
Sara took the notebook and pen and wrote her name in her neatest writing. She'd been joking when she had asked where to sign but Sara could tell from their faces that it was a tradition of some form.
Just then the bell rang for first lesson. In one solid mass the entire class moved towards the door, pushing and shoving to get out first. Sara stayed near the back of the crowd, eyeing the body of students warily.
"What lesson have you got?" Asked Greg who'd appeared next to her from nowhere.
"Biology with a Dr. Grissom," she replied a little unsurely. She couldn't remember which way the science block was and didn't really want to get lost straight away.
Greg punched the air in triumph, "same!" He yelled, almost deafening her. "I'll show you the way." With that he grabbed her wrist and pulled her through the seething mass of teenagers, giving her no choice in the matter.
Next chapter will be the biology lesson with Grissom. Please review if you like it or if you want me to stop writing immediately or if you had something good for breakfast. Seriously, I'm not fussy, just review please!!!