My heart pounded as the car pulled up outside the building. I had been to previous schools, but constantly moved because my parents are trying to find better jobs.
As I stepped out of the car, I turned to examine the large bleak building. The windows were covered in dust. The bricks were crumbling and the playground was completely deserted. Rubbish drifted around the concrete layout, abandoned by pupils who couldn't even get up to throw a ball. Thee was not a single human in sight.
Entering the school, I noticed there were many paintings. Probably paintings of the old Headmasters. They looked old, bleak and very strict. I shuddered, feeling happy that I wasn't born in that era. I walked past a few classrooms until I came across the one I was looking for: Oakley Secondary B-Class. "OSB". I murmured under my breath.
Gathering my confidence, I slowly pushed down the door handle, revealing about sixty-one pair of eyes, the extra being the teacher, staring at me.
I swallowed noisily and spoke. "Erm...I think I'm supposed to be in this class."
The teacher studied my rumpled skirt and the juice stain that I had spilled on my front during breakfast. I had lost my tie in the rush to get ready.
"Well, Miss Akinfe," The teacher began. "We humbly welcome you to our class," but the teacher's voice was monotone, like an emotionless robot on repeat. I blinked nervously. Everyone was still attacking me with their eyes.
The teacher sighed and ran his fingers through his come-over. "Miss Akinfe, you can sit net to Charles Winston over there."
The boy he had pointed to looked unfriendly: Glasses too big to stay on his nose kept sliding down, provoking him to push them back on. His mousy brown hair was terribly cut and flat and overgelled. The navy blue blazer he wore was smaller than his actual size and the buttons looked ready to fly off at any second. I hesitantly sat next to the boy, offering him my hand.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Doyin," I said.
He scoffed and turned away.
The teacher's drone-like voice rang out again. "Mr Winston, will you accompany Miss Ruffian here for two weeks until she is familiar with the school."
I blushed furiously as I sank into my seat. A few snickers and sners escaped from the pupils around me. I had only been there for one minute and already I had become unpopular with them. I stuck out like a sore thumb against the bleak faces of the pupils and teachers. My wild afro stood proudly upon my head compared to the flat, bland and straight hair of others.
Sighing, I started to bite my fingernails while a ginger-haired girl groaned in disgust. This entire class will isolate me if I don't make friends.