I was downstairs in the kitchen preparing my breakfast, which as usual was a bowl of my favorite cereal "Cheerios" when my mother came in. I looked up and saw that she was standing right in front of me. Arms crossed and brows furrowed into a frown. She sighed at me. "Hayley dear. Why don't you eat something else for a change?", she asked me.

I put my spoon down for a moment and looked up at her. "Because I don't like change.", I stated. She sighed again knowing where this was going.

"Hayley, don't start this again. You know very well why we had to move." she warned. She sounded aggravated. But not aggravated enough. So, I decided to push her a little more."Its not my fault that people have nothing better to do than spread rumors." I said. "I know its not, but your the main reason we moved here. I did it for you, so be happy."

That really ticked me off. So, I did the only thing I could think of. "How can I be happy! Its not like they cant do the same thing to me here that they did back in Mississippi! It will only be worse here because I have no friends to defend me!" I yelled. My mother stood there with her mouth hanging wide open in shock.

I had never talked back to her, ever. I was surprised at myself too. And a little ashamed. My mother closed her mouth and her eyes and with a stern voice that I've only heard her use when she was mad at Mikayla or Erica, and she said "Hayley, that is enough. Now go and get ready for school."

I sat there looking at her with pleading eyes. I really did not want to go. It was my first day and I was extremely nervous. But she only looked at me and said "now, Hayley."and pointed up the stairs.

I ran upstairs into my room, grabbed my book bag, and ran back down the stairs and out the door. I got halfway to school, then realized I was supposed to take Erica and Mikayla to school on my way. "Oh well. She can take them herself." I thought

I got to school at nine-o-clock on the dot. Great, my first day and I was late. There I stood on the school's front lawn. The smell of fresh cut grass invaded my nose. There was a huge sign to the right of me that read Franklin Private High School.

I sighed deeply and walked into the giant building. Inside was a desk with a lady sitting behind it. She had long blonde hair and was wearing a Blue floral blouse with a black fitted business skirt and black flats. I stood there in the middle of the room trying to figure out where I was supposed to go. Kids passed me giggling and whispering.

The blonde lady looked up at me and asked "do you need help dear?"I walked over to the desk and replied "yes mam, I'm looking for my chemistry class. Do you happen to know where it is?" "Sure, its on the second floor room 213." she replied. "Thank you." I said and went to find my class.

I hauled my heavy book bag up the stairs to the second floor and opened the door. I looked down the hall both ways as if I were crossing the street. I then took off down the hall to my left while looking at the room numbers."220, 221, 222. Where on earth is 213?" I thought. That's when I realized I was going the wrong way.

So, I turned around and went the other way. Sure enough, when I got to the other end of the hall there was room 213. "Here we go." I whispered to myself, then entered the room.