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Don't you hate that feeling when you know all eyes are on you and only you?

Well, that is exactly how I felt on September 3rd, 2010.

-d-

The obnoxious trill of my alarm clock, woke me from my slumber, and sent me flying straight for the hardwood floors. I forced my scarcely clothed body out of the warm comfort of my tangled sheets on the floor and into the frigid air that surrounded me.

Damn you, New York weather. One week you are scorching, the next you are like Antarctica.

So, I need a first day of school outfit. Something cute, that says, "Hey, I know what's hot and what's not," but at the same time said, "I'm not trying to impress you"…even though I was trying to make a good first-impression. This was when they actually counted.

I wasn't entirely aware of the school's student-imposed dress code; I didn't know if the students came in casual attire, dressed in their most expensive garments like it's fashion week, or just slutted it up like they own the place.

I decided on a simple cream-colored chiffon blouse with pearl buttons. I paired it with simple dark wash skinny jeans and patent black oxfords.

Of all days, my hair chose to look like a mess today, one of the most important days of my new life in New York. I decided to position my auburn tresses in a purposely-messy ponytail.

I know it's hard for most 15-year-olds to say, but I actually like my skin. It tans easily but doesn't burn. My face, for the most part, is naturally pimple-free (although I do get the occasional pimple here and there). When it came to makeup, I never found it necessary to put on so much to the point where you are unrecognizable. Unlike many of my trampy friends from Spain, I like keeping it natural, you know? I brushed black mascara onto my already dark eyelashes and lined my waterline with black liner (only halfway though, a trick I learned in Spain. It makes the eyes appear bigger). I also applied a bit of light red lip stain to my lips for an added bit of color.

Once I deemed myself presentable, I lugged my tote-turned-backpack down our wooden stairs. I stopped by the kitchen for breakfast, my usual granola bar and orange juice.

My mother saw me and set down the newspaper. She hugged me tightly and wished me luck. I walked through the front door, only to be greeted by Isaac, who was standing by our new Lexus hybrid, waiting for me.

"Good morning, Miss Block," he greeted politely. I smiled in return. I still couldn't get used to having a personal chauffeur; it's kind of awkward.

I entered the palatial car and waited for the announcement of our arrival at White Plains High School.

WPHS is the public high school in White Plains, New York that I will be attending for the next three years. Although it is a public school, class sizes average at around 200, much less than the norm of other government-run schools around the nation.

The second Isaac parked the Lexus and was holding my door open, it seemed as though all eyes traveled to me. Ah, fuck.

Keep it cool, Massie. You are an awesome-sexy-confident-elegant-charming person.

Deep breathes. Much better.

Like my mother advised last night, I went straight to the office in building two, which was easy to find, as it was the room was labeled, "office." This is easy, Massie, just walk. Breathe. Right foot, left foot. Don't trip! Watch for the ro-

Shit. I fell…on a rock. Smooth, very smooth.

I quickly got up and brushed my jeans, checking my surroundings in case someone saw. It's all good, no one seemed to notice.

Once I arrived at the office, I told the red-haired receptionist my name, who in return told me my homeroom and classroom number. "Mr. Myner, room 3-302. That's building three, floor three." I nodded gratitude and went in search of my homeroom classroom.

I walked along the pathway between buildings two and three. The unaccustomed September breeze bit at my bare arms until I reached the warmth of the building entrance. I located the room easily but hesitated before I opened the door. I looked at my watch, which read "7:56." Was everyone already in there, or were they not going to show up for another three minutes?

I inhaled deeply and opened the door. A man, Mr. Myner, was lounging in a chair at the teacher's desk on his white MacBook. A few students lolled around the class, either in chairs or scattered throughout the room, patiently waiting for class to start. When I opened the door, they all glanced at me, some longer than others.

I sat down at an empty desk. A girl, sitting two desks to my right, stood, picked up her backpack from the linoleum floors, and moved to the desk next to mine. She had glossy raven hair and brown eyes, adorned with long eyelashes. He red pouty lips were curled in an amicable smile. "Hey, I'm Alicia Rivera," she smiled warmheartedly. "It's always nice to have a friend on the first day. So, where are you from?" she asked once situated in her new seat.

"Well, I was born in Toronto, but I moved to Barcelona when I was seven. And now, I live here," I responded matter-of-factly.

"No way! My parent's are both from Spain. I go there practically every summer."

"Really? So you know Spanish?"

"Sí, ¿y tú?" Alicia said in a skillful Spanish accent.

"Sí. It's nice to have someone to talk to."

Two friends.

-d-

Mr. Myner handed out schedules and led us to the sophomore lockers. After giving locker assignments to each student, he informed us that it was time for first period. For me, that was Chemistry Honors in room 2-104. I jogged to the second building, only to be lost in the vast hallway. I didn't know where the hell I was.

As I turned my head around, I bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry," I said as I picked up my fallen binder. The girl had a familiar head of dirty-blonde hair. "Kristen?" The girl looked up and smiled.

"Hey!" she said, brushing off her jeans. She looked at my confused face, examining the hallway and my schedule. "Are you lost?" she asked knowingly.

"Yeah," I admitted sheepishly. "I'm looking for room 2-104. It's the chemistry lab."

"I'm actually going there right now! Come, follow me," she instructed.

-d-

-la hora del almuerzo-

I pushed open the frosted doors to WPHS's illuminated cafeteria. For the third time today, all eyes landed on me. As I successfully walked through the crowded tables, I heard the murmur of rumors being spread, some as outrageous as, "I heard she's a supermodel who just wants to live a normal life," and "she's an undercover secret agent." Seriously, guys? That's the best you can up with? Seriously?

I sat down at a table by myself, not really caring that people were giving me weird looks. I removed the avocado sandwich Inez made me from my lunch bag. I began eating the sandwich, only to be interrupted by a dark-haired boy, who sat down in the seat next to mine.

He just sat there, staring at me creepily. He smiled, mischief visible through his mismatched eyes.

Audaciously, I spoke: "Can I help you?"

"You're that girl who fell this morning, right?"

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