A/N: Just so you know, since I don't know anything about American schools and such, I've relocated Jack and Sue to ... Scotland. Lol. Anyways, thanks for looking at my fic, please review and tell me what you think of it so far!
A sixteen-year-old Sue Thomas clutched her folder to her chest, as though it was her life force. It was a warm day in August, and Sue was starting her fourth year of High School in a new place as her father had gotten a new job, which meant they had to move. All the way across the Atlantic Ocean, that is. So now Sue, who had only just begun to settle into her old school, was starting at a new school in a new country. What if they hate me, like all the other kids used to? What if I can't read their lips, I mean mom said people here talk different. Mom told me I'd be able to, but still... Her thoughts were interrupted by her mother telling her to get a move on before she was late. So she hurriedly got out of the car and made her way through the school gates. To the entrance of Notre Dame High School.
This was another thing Sue hated about moving schools, back in America she was never expected to follow a dress code, and now here she was kitted out in brown skirt, sweater and blazer, blue shirt and a blue and yellow striped tie. The hair tie holding her blonde locks in a ponytail was the same style as the tie. Glancing nervously around, she noticed that no one seemed to be hurrying to class yet, even though her mother had said that it was almost 9 o'clock. Though, the students she saw were older, and looked like they'd be right at home with the cheerleaders if she were back home.
Sue kneeled to fix her shoelace just as the older students she'd been watching came in line with her. One of them bumped into her on purpose, knocking her bag to the ground, along with everything in it. She scurried to pick up her stuff and shove it back in the back, fighting back tears as the gang giggled around her. The school bell rang, signaling that they should be in registration class by now so the group left her alone and ran off to class. A boy at the back of the group stopped to glance back apologetically. She smiled weakly at him before heading to the main part of the building, where she was told the reception area was, to find out where she was supposed to be.
Studying the timetable the receptionist had given her after she signed the 'Late Book', she noted that she had double English first, her favorite class. Well... unless she had to study Shakespeare, which she soon learned she would be doing. Macbeth, oh the joy. Watching the play was one thing, but reading it was a totally different universe, if you asked Sue.
