I don't love like I loved you yesterday
Buffy clutched her folder close to her chest, her long blonde hair falling past her shoulders as she takes a shaky and deep breath. She stands in the lonely corridor, one hand on the doorknob but she can't gain the courage to go inside. She jiggles her shoulder in an upward motion to bump her backpack up as it slips down, the loose strap struggling to cling to her skinny shoulder. She blows upwards moving a piece of hair out of her eyes and turns the doorknob before going in.
She enters a classroom full of rowdy teens chatting away in crowds, it's evident they all have their friendship groups and that Buffy is clearly the outsider, the newbie but what was she to expect after her dad moved after the unfortunate tragedy involving her mom? Just thinking about her mom made her eyes well with tears.
"No" she whispered to herself "Mustn't cry, not here, not now" she couldn't stand crying in public and it would be even worse now. All these new people crowding her, wondering why she crying, teasing, they would tease alright, they would truly take the piss and they haven't got a clue why she should get so emotional but she wasn't about to tell people. You see that's one reason why she was glad to move, after the incident with her dear mom, everyone treated her differently, friends would treat her with kid gloves or be nasty and spiteful, strangers seemed to believe they knew the situation better, but no one knew, not even her dad. Only she knew. There were nasty and malicious rumours about the whole situation, but again, what did they know? Half of these people didn't know Buffy or her family they just pretended they did when the worst happened.
Buffy stood there completely unaware of what to do, should she remain standing? Should she find a sit? If she sat down where would she sit? There didn't seem to be any empty desks but it was hard to tell when there were people crowding several desks or sitting on the desks, legs dangling. She became aware of a presence behind her making her jump slightly.
"Settle down!" Bellowed a tall, dark haired man, he seemed fairly youngish considering and it was clear by the look of the class that he was respected by all and perhaps fancied by some of the girls? Buffy took one look. She had no idea why, there was nothing desirable about him whatsoever. She must've looked fairly puzzled by this because once everyone was seated he addressed Buffy.
"Now girl, no need to look so confused" he said with a smirk that Buffy couldn't stand. "Arrogant prick!" she thought to herself.
"Well be seated girl" he said impatiently.
"It's Buffy by the way, thanks for asking" she said sarcastically.
"Well then BUFFY" he said emphasising her name in a particularly irritating way just implying another arrogant smirk. "Take a seat" he says making a grand gesture to the room suggesting she take a seat in any of the very few seats that are empty.
She rolls her eyes and takes a seat next to a short yet slim and pretty brunette with dark brown eyes, ruby lips and a denim jacket with her hair falling in a wavy way that made Buffy jealous, why did she always have to have straight and dull hair? This girl had bit of an attitude and straight away gave a look of disgust that Buffy would dare to sit next to her. She didn't dare speak to her but as the register was called out she learnt this girl's name was Faith.