New City, Hard times
How would you feel moving to a new city in the beginning of your junior year of high school? For Lillian McGregor that's exactly what was happening. During the summer her family moved from Chicago to Beverly Hills, California. One the morning she was starting at West Beverly High she was so nervous. Lillian went to the main office with her mother and talked to the assistant principal Ms. Teasley.
" I'm sure you'll get used to it after a couple of days," her mother Katherine said.
Lillian just looked at her mother with her sad green eyes and her brown hair flowing at her shoulders.
" I don't like it," Lillian said, " I miss my old school and my friends"
" I know," Katherine said, " It's not easy for me either. Your father got the transfer and he couldn't pass it up."
Lillian just looked around the office and sighed. Ms. Teasley then handed her a piece of paper that had her schedule.
" Welcome to West Beverly High," Ms. Teasley said.
" Thanks," Lillian said.
Lillian and her mother then went out of the office.
" Well lets see if we can find your first classroom," Katherine said.
Lillian walked the hallways of West Beverly High with her mother, the only place she wanted to be was back in Chicago with her friends. Lillian sighed again.
" Lily," Katherine said, " Stop the sighing."
" I want to go home," Lillian said.
" No," Katherine said, " Here's your first room."
" Mother," Lillian said.
" I have to go," Katherine said, " I have that interview."
Katherine then left Lillian all alone to face a new school on her own.
As the day went on, Lillian felt like she was going to fall apart or at least trip on her own feet. Lillian went to her locker, but dropped her books on the way.
" What a dork," she heard.
" Steve," she heard another guy say.
One of those guys approached her.
" Are you okay?" he asked.
" Just the first day at a new school," Lillian said, " It's hard."
" I know what you mean," he said, " I was new last year."
Lillian seemed to be calmer, at least someone knew what it was like to feel out of place.
" Brandon," the other guy with him said, " Let's go to lunch before we miss out."
" Steve you are so rude," Brandon said, " I'm Brandon Walsh."
" Lillian McGregor," Lillian said," To make it easier you can call me Lily."
" I like it," Brandon said looking at Steve, " He's Steve Sanders."
" Thanks," Steve said, " Now can we leave the dork to her own problems."
" Who are you calling a dork?" Lily asked, " Don't judge me."
Lily just put her books in her locker and shut it, " Would you show me where the café is?" she asked.
" Just follow us," Brandon said.
" Great," Steve said as Lily walked in between them.
" I hope this dork won't sit with us," Steve thought," New or not she's not one of us."
Brandon just walked into the cafeteria with Lily and Steve.
" The West Beverly High café," Brandon said, " Welcome."
" Thanks," Lily said walking away.
" Finally," Steve said, " The dork has moved on."
" You know she's right," Brandon said, " How can you judge someone you don't know. You didn't treat me that way."
" Brandon she's a dork, she looks like a dork and dresses like a dork," Steve said.
" And you're a jerk," Brandon said walking away.
Steve Sanders watched as Brandon went up to Lily and talked to her. Steve let his ego get the best of him and he knew Brandon was right. Lily McGregor was new and she deserved to be treated with respect.
