Being the new girl in school really, really sucks.

My mother works a lot and as a result, we move a lot. Because she's never home, my sister takes care of me. She's supposed to be in college, but she's "taking a break". I'm in high school, and sadly, I didn't get to join this new school at the start of 9th grade. No, of course not, I joined in the very middle of 10th! Today is my first day. I get out of bed and I'm already in an awful mood. I look at myself in the mirror; my feathery blond hair is a mess and one side of my face is red from being squished into a pillow.

I force myself to lazily get ready. First, I slip into my school uniform, a shirt, skirt, and knee socks. I brush my knotted hair and pin my bangs back with two white clips, one with a blue bead on the end. I stick a giant white bow onto my head and look at my angry face in the mirror. "Rin!" I hear my older sister, Lily, call from downstairs. "Hold on, I'm coming!" I bolt out of my room and slip down the stairs in the process, a loud thump at each stair.

When I reach the floor, Lily stands there, tapping her foot with her arms crossed. "You gotta stop doing that," she says, annoyance dripping off her words. "I made you toast. It's on the kitchen table. Hurry it up!" I mumble to myself and stand up, brushing myself off. I walk to the kitchen and shovel down my toast, drink my orange juice, and walk to the front door where I put on my shoes. After brushing my teeth, Lily brings me to school. "You nervous?" She asks during the car ride there. "You ask every time. Duh," I scowl. She chuckles and nods knowingly.

Once I get there, I feel my stomach drop. Everyone is talking and I'm so out of place, it makes me uncomfortable. I sigh and tell myself I'll make it through the day. I get through my first two classes, but in third period, someone new shows up. He walks into the room with a confident stride and quiet a few girls cling to him. But he's not looking at them;

He's looking at me.