The building was like any other school, but quite smaller than her previous in London. Wendy's parents had decided they wanted a change from the city life, and as her father, George Darling, had been offered a job opportunity in the country, they couldn't refuse. Wendy, on the other hand was quite angry at this decision, especially as it was during her GCSE's, didn't her parents care for her education?

Wendy sighed and walked along the path towards the school, she was a bit early as there were only a handful of pupils on the grounds, she immediately felt like an outsider; everyone seemed to be in their own groups of friends, whereas she just stood there alone. When she went inside, she saw the reception and headed towards it, hoping for some kind of information.

"Excuse me," Wendy began with, "My name is Wendy Darling, I'm new here and I'm not entirely sure where I'm meant to be."

The secretary gave her an uninterested look, which didn't really make her feel better. "Well, you're in registration class 11T, you only need to get to go down the corridor down there, and the third door to the right. The bell should go in a few minutes."

Wendy thanked her and headed to her classroom. Her nerves were getting worse, and she didn't want to seem too keen by turning up too early, incase she'd seem more of an outsider than she was already. She wondered what type of people that'd be in her class, hoping there'd be someone she could discuss stories with. Wendy loved stories, and was really looking forward to her first English lesson in this new school.

She arrived outside her class and peeked through the small window in the door. There was a group of four girls sitting around one table, and decided to go inside. The girls immediately looked up at her, and one with long dark hair stood up.

"Hello, I'm Grace, are you new here?" she asked, giving a reassuring smile.

"Uh yeah, hi, I'm Wendy. I'm not really sure what I'm meant to be doing, but I've been told that here's where I register."

"Yeah, here's 11T, our tutor is called Miss Elfyn, she's nice, just let her know who you are when she arrives. By the way, these are my friends, Emily, Beth and Amy," she said, pointing to the other girls who were around the table. "You're welcome to stay with us for a bit if you like, until you know your way around and everything."

"That'd be lovely, thank you." she smiled. Wendy felt better at this suggestion, at least she won't be too much of a loner, she guessed.

After a few minutes of speaking with her new friends, the bell rang and more people came into the class, and a young blonde woman also arrived, who looked to be the tutor.

"Excuse me, miss? I'm new here." Wendy told her.

"Ah yes, I was told there was a new pupil here today, Wendy is it?" Wendy gave her a nod. "Well our registration here is a bit full, I'm not sure where to put you to sit. Ah, you can sit over there, with Peter, if he turns up."

The table was next to Grace and Amy's, Wendy was glad because of this, as she had no clue who this Peter was.

"Who's Peter?" she asked Grace.

"He's fit; you're lucky. You can have a laugh with him, but he can be such a pain at times, like he's possessive, always wants to be the one who's right. He's hardly ever in registration though, so you may be able to escape him."

Wendy wasn't sure if she wanted to escape him, sitting next to someone attractive would be nice, but he didn't sound like someone she could get along with.

Miss Elfyn began to take the register, as it seemed most pupils had arrived. There was shouting outside the room, and the door opened.

"Go away Felix, no one likes you, you wan-" a voice yelled before realising everyone was listening and looking at him. The boy walked into the class, he had light brown hair, had a grin on his face, and his eyebrows were perfect. He must be Peter. 'Oh my, he is attractive.' thought Wendy.

"Hello Peter, nice for you to join us, sit down please." Miss Elfyn ordered.

He walked over to the table Wendy sat at and gave her a strange look, before sitting down next to her.

"I've never had to sit with anyone in this registration before," he told her. "You new? I'm Peter."

"Uh yes, hello Peter, I'm Wendy."

"Wendy," he muttered. "Nice name." and gave her a wink.

Wendy felt awkward sitting next to him, she couldn't really think about what to say, and she wasn't sure if she liked him.

"Hey, I like these birds," he whispered, pointing to her folder, "I've decided that I'm going to call you Wendybird, as you have birds on your folders."

"That's an odd reason for my nickname. But what should I call you?"

"Just Peter's fine." Wendy left it at that. "So, Wendybird, where do you come from?"

"London. My father had a job offer over here, so my family moved here."

"It's weird for you to come during your last year, couldn't have they waited?"

"I would've preferred to stay there, but that's life I guess."

The bell rang to show that registration was over, and people began to stand up from their seats.

"If you stayed there, you wouldn't have met me, so don't think so negatively." he winked at her again, "see you around. Wendybird." and he left.

"He seems to like you, Wendy." she heard Grace tell her behind her.

"Do you think so?" she wondered as they went to their first lesson.

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