I remember the day I moved to McKinley High. The first thing I remembered was how lax the security was. Coming from where I came from, this was a joke. I transferred from Jane Adams Reform School because they and I felt that I would be more suited in a normal school because as far as I thought, I was reformed and keeping me there just wasn't necessary so I requested a transfer. The one thing I was looking forward too was the History classes, I figured there would be actual History teachers teaching there. History was my favourite subject so I anticipated my first class. I walked through the front doors, not through a metal detector, I was greeted by a teacher instead of frisked by a guard. So far so good I guessed. I went to the main office where I stood awaiting my time table when a young teacher approached me.

"So you must be new." he smiled. I guessed around 27. From the open pocket of his jacket, I could see the faint outline of his wallet just sitting there, it would be so easy for me to take that…but no that was the old me, if I wanted to stay here I had to behave. Besides he seemed nice enough so I have nothing against him yet anyway.

"Yea I'm Circe."

"Ah like the Greek enchantress."

"Em…yea something like that."

"Well welcome to McKinley High. I'm Will Schuster." he smiled his hand out before him. I shook it just as the secretary arrived with my schedule. "And if you need any help just come find me." he said before walking back out into the busy corridor. I looked at my class listings and my first class was biology in room 2A. Now where that was I wasn't sure, but I had History straight after so that I could look forward too. I wandered around looking at the rooms and eventually found it. I opened the door and everyone turned to look.

"New student?" the teacher asked.

"Yes." I said before taking my seat. This guy with a Mohawk turned around to face me while the teacher talked.

"Hey you the jailbird?"

"I resent that…but yes." I said slightly ashamed that I was going to be known as that.

"Nice! I'm Puck and I gotta say I'm bit on that side too.." he smirked. He may have thought he was a bad boy but he has never met a person like me before.

"Circe." I whispered.

"Cool, what's your name?"

"Noah! Stop talking!" boomed the teacher.

He winked and turned back around in his seat. Was it just me or were they all idiots? After bio, it was time for History. Yay! I found the classroom as soon as I could and took my seat. Once the class started I was totally engrossed in what the teacher was saying. The girl who had sat next to me kept fidgeting and I could see it out of the corner of my eye and it was very distracting. She had mosey brown hair and a rather sizeable nose I must say.

"Miss T may I just request I sit in a different seat."

"Why Rachael?"

"Because I am very aware of the fact that I am sitting next to the new student which normally wouldn't bother me but I am aware of her history and where she has transferred from as I'm sure most of the class is too and I would like to switch seats."

It starts.

"Rachael…please just be quiet." it looked as if this Rachael was eroding the last nerve of the History teacher, which was understandable. She stayed quiet but it was clear she detested the fact she had to sit next to me even though she didn't even know me. She edged her seat away throughout the class though. As it turned out Mr. Schuster was my Spanish teacher in my next class, and of course like the other classes everyone wanted to know if I was going to take out a knife and stab them or start injecting heroin into my eyeballs. I figured people would realise I wasn't all bad and that I had just made a few mistakes in the past. I hoped this school would give me the chance to make a fresh start but it would take a long time before I lose my bad reputation. Mr. Schuster treated me like a normal student though and was even impressed with my level of Spanish considering the school I was in before. It didn't take long for word to go round that I was in basically a juvenile school and was some sort of a criminal, which was only partly true.

The first day was always the hardest. By lunch I was already exhausted and couldn't wait to go home. Now, I was used to free meals being given to me in like prison trays from my last school, so you could only imagine my discontent when they asked me for 4 dollars for an apple. I refused to even buy a juice carton, not at those prices which I couldn't afford, even with my job.

I figured this was the perfect time to find my locker since there was nobody in the corridor. I eventually found it and held my apple in my mouth while I keyed in my combination. I looked at my empty locker and opened my bag taking out some stickers and pictures I had brought with me. I couldn't get over how clean the lockers were in this school, they weren't vandalised or dented or anything. I hung up some pictures of me and old friends from my old school and some of my favourite bands.

"Hey" a voice said behind me. I swung around and there stood a very glazed looking dude. "I'm Finn." he smiled a goofy smile.

"I'm Circe."

"You're the one that was in jail."

"Em, no you've got it a tad wrong, I was in a reform school."

"O right sorry. Everyone says you're like totally bad and stuff."

"I'm not that bad."

"What did you do?"

"Em…I'd rather not say, why aren't you at lunch?"

"O just a Glee club meeting."

"O you have that here too?"

"Yea, did you have one in your old school."

"We did yea."

"Were you in it?"

"Em no, I never thought I was good enough."

"O well you should totally come to the meeting, I know Mr. Schuster will let you audition."

"Well it's kinda my first day so I'd rather just take things slow, you know find my way around and stuff."

"Finn! What are you doing!" a voice boomed down the hall. It was a girl in a cheerleading uniform with her hair tied back in a viciously tight ponytail. Her face reflected her hair.

"Hey Quinn, I'm just going to Glee you coming?"

"Yea I'm just heading there now." she snapped looking at me. I assumed they were dating, if not then he was just a doormat with anyone. "Why are you talking to her? I hear she's a junkie." she whispered loud enough for me to hear.

"Excuse me!" I was trying not to get angry and revert back to the way I was in my other school but I couldn't help it. I was just about to throw a punch at her, which at my old school would have sorted the problem straight away, but here I guess things are done differently.

"Guys! C'mon your late!" said Mr. Schuster from down the hall. They both rushed off leaving me standing there. I slammed my locker shut and stormed out to the car park. I was too angry and tired to deal with the rest of the day. I was sick of people assuming everything they hear about me is true. Like I wonder where she heard I was a junkie? Who came up with that? And ok I was in jail but only for a while before I was sent to that school. Maybe my decision to change was too soon. Although I figured that whenever I decided to leave the school, that reputation would always follow me so it was best I learn how to deal with it now I guess. Maybe tomorrow will be better.