Worry ran through my body. As I paced towards my new school, people pushed and shoved their way into the sunken building. It was your typical comprehensive school. You had your nerds, your 'bad' gang, your popular crowd, and then you had people like me that wouldn't fit in. I was an outsider, and I was always going to be. Clutching my new school bag, I walked into my new prison; The Calibri. It sounded posh, but judging by the people around me, it really wasn't.
Here, I had to wear a uniform. I'm from Berlin, in Germany, where we come as we like. I speak pretty good English because my father is from England. My mother, on the other hand, is 100% German and she was dead set on my staying with her in Germany. My father was transferred back here for work, and so me and my brother, Max, were dragged all the way here. My mother is still at our old house. I miss her.
The uniform is disgusting; a burgundy blazer, a burgundy tie to match, an actual shirt and a skirt, since I am a girl. Usually I would just wear a hoodie and jeans, but no, I was going to be stuck all day in this uncomfortable outfit. As I opened the badly damaged door, I was welcomed by a fight between two boys. One had just been punched and he was on the floor. Blood stained his white shirt, but it blended in with the tie and blazer so I guessed that it wouldn't matter too much.
I realised that I was just standing and staring aimlessly at them, and as one of them looked up at me, I started walking to the office. I kept my head down; I didn't want to be noticed. I wasn't planning on really making any friends, but I was here now, and I was new. Everyone always knows who the new girl is. My straight brown hair covered my eyes, and I couldn't see where I was going.
'Oi! Watch it!' I looked up. I had literally just walked head first into a boy. Great.
'Oh, um, Im sorry.' I mumbled. I started to walk again, this time with my head up slightly higher, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I went to brush it off, when the hand pulled me backwards.
'You don't just walk off mumbling somethin'. Do you not know how this works?' He was shouting now.
'Uh, no sorry.' I said.
'Oooh what 'ave we got 'ere boys? She's got an accent!' He said. They all started crowding me. There was only 3 or 4 of them, but it was so scary.
'Come on! You gunna tell us then?'
'Oi pretty lady!' One started to put his hands around my waist.
'Get off!' I said
'What was that?' He replied.
'I said, get the fuck off me.' I said, louder this time, and looking into his eyes. What a mistake. Suddenly I was pelted back into the lockers behind me.
'New girls gotta bit of attitude hasn't she?' He asked. Well done, Sofie. Now the whole hall was staring, exactly what I didn't want. The boy, I think his name was Shane, started to clench a fist.
'You're obviously not from round 'ere, are ya? Welcome to London, girly.'
As his fist rose to my head level, he began to swing.
'Get away from her!' a brown haired boy came running in from the other side of the hall.
'What was that, Howell?' Shane threatened.
'I said get the fuck away from her.' He replied. Howell, was that his name? I thought Shane had turned to leave, but he turned around, and took a shot at my head.
I fell to the ground.