Disclaimer- I do not own anything besides my OC...( Though I wished I owned Derek)
Fear.
That was running through my mind, it was all I heard with every step I took.
You're afraid.
I knew that voice in the back of my head was telling me the truth as I felt my hands start to shake as I reached the front doors of the new school. Beacon Hills High, that's what the sign read. I cringed as I heard a familiar laugh. My sister, like the social butterfly she is, was already making friends.
You're jealous.
I shook my head trying to get the voice to stop. And if you are wondering, no, I'm not crazy. But again I knew the voice was right. I often asked my self "Why wasn't I able to be social like that? Why couldn't I make friends?"
I took a deep breath while pulling open the heavy metal doors. I felt like an outcast already with all their eyes on me, staring, trying to figure out who I was and if I was threat to that given persons status. Walking in to the office was easier when people turned back to talk to their friends.
The secretary looked nice enough as I walked in the door. "Can I help you dear?" She smiled in my direction. "My name is Gracie Clark, I'm new here." "Oh! Yes, I have your schedule right here!" She handed me my schedule before telling me to have a nice day and turning back to her computer.
As I walked out of the office I noticed the halls were all empty. Weird, I didn't even hear the bell ring. I thought to myself as I continued walking down the hall to my last class of the day considering I just got my stuff. Chemistry-Room 198 is what the paper said.
Walking to my locker instead I decided to put the books I need in my bag and put the unnecessary stuff in my locker. Walking to class was easy. Entering the room, now that was a completely different story.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at me as I walked up to the teacher. I handed him my late pass and he told me to sit in the far left corner. Figures, no one sits there. I sat down and he began the lesson again. I looked at the clock to see that I only had 30 minutes left of the period anyway so I started doodling in my notebook.
I sat next to a weird looking kid with a buzz cut. By the way he waved at me I could tell he was going to be a test on my patience. I awkwardly smiled back with a small wave in his general direction.
Welcome to hell.