What's the point? I don't even like this city. I don't like this whole place. It's full of snobs and rude people. And that's New York, snobs and rude people. I don't fit in. Inside the new apartment, it was kind of good looking, I can't lie. But it didn't feel like home. It felt like I was being a guest at a place where no one wanted me. Me and my parents started unpacking our bags and other stuff, the rooms were already furnished and so. My parents had been here earlier just to fix the whole place so it was done on the day we were supposed to move in. My room was small, it had a rectangular shape and all that fitted in it was my bed, a desk and my wardrobe. I could get a bigger room but my dad insisted on making that his office. He couldn't even think about my good this time, just this one time when he knows I'm miserable, he still wants his stupid office. This was not going to be my year. I could feel it. This year would suck.
"Santana, come here" I heard my mom shout.
"What?"
"Aren't you going to ask me about the school?" she said.
No. I didn't want to ask her. I didn't want to go to school here. I can't handle being in a new school, new people, new teachers and all of this while my friends back in New Mexico are going to move on without me. I'm going to miss them too much to even give a living shit about whatever school my mother chose for me. And yes, I didn't have a say in this, my mom chose the school for me and didn't give two shits about my opinion. However, I got forced to ask about it.
"Sure, what kind of school is it mom?"
"Stop sounding so mad about it, Santana. This is good for us, your dads job moved here and I got a job directly. Why are you being selfish?"
"Selfish, right" I mumbled "just tell me about it, I'm dying to know" I said.
She gave me the evil eye, not that it scared me but I pretended it did all the time. I did because I know it makes her happy.
"I'll take you there tomorrow, 8pm sharp"
"You're coming with me on my first day at a new school?" I asked with so much fear in my voice.
"No, I meant I'll drive you there. Jeez, calm down" she said and laughed and patted my shoulder before she made her way to the kitchen "when you get there you just need to talk to the receptionist and she'll help you. I've talked to them" she said and started to prepare dinner.
I walked out of the car and waved at my mother. It was actually only another way of me telling her to leave faster and stop smiling at me before people noticed it was my mom. Everyone else around here seemed to have their own cars and they were all in different cliques. I tried to ignore it all just to look down at the floor so no one would see me. I didn't want to cause a fuss and be the "new shiny toy" of this school. I walked in and the school was huge. Around 10 meters away from the main entrance of the school was the reception my mom told me to go to yesterday.
"Hello, can I help you?" she said when the people in front of me left and it was my turn.
"Yes, I'm Santana Lopez" I said and looked around "I'm new here" I said again a bit quiet so no one would catch it.
"Oh, right right! I've been expecting you!" she said and looked all happy. It creeped me out.
I intensly looked at her as she printed out a schedule. When it was out she looked at it through her glasses and handed it over to me.
"You know where to go if you look at this, keep it this whole semester" she said and smiled.
"But I don't know how to find.." I looked at the schedule in my hands "classroom B121" I said, still intense.
She sighed and uttered the last sentence I heard from her during the whole day. Her voice was dark, like really dark. It kind of reminded me of my grandpa's voice a little bit.
"Follow me" she said and led me to the classroom.
Despite my nervosity to be in this school, the tenor of all my complaints to my mother about it all and my e-mails to my friends about me being pissed off about it. I didn't feel so bad at the moment. Maybe because no one approached me and tried to ask me about where I'm from. I honestly didn't want anyone to even speak to me. So I could say my mood right now was neutral. Not happy, though.
When I stood outside the classroom, waiting for the lesson to start. It felt kind of weird. No one seemed to notice me, or even care about me being new here at all. Maybe it was because I stood in a corner with my head hidden behind the book I pretended to read or because people in New York weren't as excited as people in New Mexico. I moved here from a really small town, Portales. There, whenever someone new started it was the only thing people could talk about for about three days or so. However, time passed and the teacher came to open the classroom door. And that's when it happened.
"Class, we have a new student" he said and stopped me while everyone else sat down.
I didn't even know this teachers name but I already hated him. I wanted to punch is pale face for making me stand up in front of everyone in class. It was beyond embarrassing. I just stood there, freezed while all eyes in the classroom were pointed at me, some looked curious and others just looked bored.
"Introduce yourself" he said and smiled at me as if he was doing me a favour.
"My name is Santana Lopez and I'm just like most of you, 17 years old" I said and looked at my teacher.
"Nothing else you want to share?" he asked.
"No" I said and he just then understood I hated standing there.
I made my way to the desk closest to the window right in the back and sat down while the teacher, Mr Craft, who I know wrote his name on the board just because he didn't have a chance to introduce himself to me earlier. He had this ugly brown suit on with a white flannel shirt under and a black tie. His hair looked ungroomed and his face was old and he had a thick white beard hanging. A bit like santa. He was kind of funny looking.
During whole class, literature, I tried to ignore everyone who now and then looked back at me. I pretended I didn't see them. Mr. Craft was talking about Shakespeare, I was happy he did because we finished Shakespeare just before I moved here at my old school so I would pass whatever test he would give us about it without even listening to him during the lessons. I looked out the window and spotted chearleaders, it was a big clique. They surrounded a table with two benches and they seemed to be having a good time. I guess.
I stood by the parking lot waiting for my mother to pick me up. I felt pathetic seeing everyone else around me getting into their own cars to be honest. Although I had my drivers license, I didn't have my own car. I looked at the clock and my mom was about five minutes late. She's normally around 15 minutes late so I wasn't surprised. I began to notice more people walking out of school now so I picked the book up out of my bag to seem busy. I peeked to my side now and then to just check if anyone was standing there, luckily no one was.
Finally my mom showed up and I closed the book, put it in the bag and walked towards the car. While I was walking, I felt someone bump into my shoulder really hard without even saying sorry or anything. It was two girls in their cheerleading outfits.
"Watch where you walk" I called, but quickly regretted it.
"Excuse me?" the shorter blonde girl said and walked up to me. I just prayed my mom wouldn't see this and come up to me.
"Nothing, forget it" I said and started making my way to the car again.
Of course, if this was back in Portales I would stand up to her and not be a coward, but I didn't want to be known as the new girl who kicked the bimbo cheerleaders ass on her first day here.
"Yeah, that's what I thought" she said and passed me again now but without bumping my shoulder.
The other, taller blonde girl turned her head and mumbled something, I thought I heard her say "disgusting" but I didn't want to jump to conclusions.
All the way home, I know mom knew I was really angry but she didn't ask me about it. She knows I wouldn't tell her anyway. I just hoped tomorrow would be better, I can't deal with having to walk faster everytime I spot these girls or take other ways to class when I see them. Or even worse, I didn't want to worry about the fact that I could have some classes with them.