The crowds were difficult to pass by, and I could feel their eyes bore into my back. I saw both guys and girls, and was surprised; I didn't know yet the regulations. The boys all looked like Ken dolls, wearing uniforms of white shirts, black pants and plaid ties. They too were wearing coats, and gloves and scarves. I couldn't help thinking, what is this… gossip girl? Thank god, at least they weren't wearing head bands.
The office was not that difficult to find, it was right off the main hallway. The receptionist, a four eyed, red head gave me all the information I needed for the new school. She went over everything with me including, "Lady Gentleman relationships" as she called it. You only have class with the gentlemen of the brother school if you take science subjects, otherwise you will notice we have a strict policy, on interaction during class hours. Lunch times are fine, and you will see we turn our heads at displays of affection, but any overtly sexual behavior calls for immediate expulsion.
I wondered why she told me this; did I look like the type of girl that would make out with a guy right in school? I'd never even kissed a boy before for crying out loud. After she wished me a good day I left for my first class.
History had always been my favorite subject. I loved hearing about old stories, things that I wasn't there to see. The first thing I noticed was my teacher, she looked like an ex-supermodel. She had to be at least fifty, but her figure was slim and tall, her eyes were Ice blue and her hair so blond it was almost white.
I went straight to her desk and she directed me towards a seat at the end. Nice and far, that's how I like it. I sat next to a pretty blond girl who was texting under the table. She had dark eyes and short curly hair. As I took out my notebook she barely acknowledged my presence. I could see that if this continued we would get along fine.
"You're supposed to leave your coat on the rack, not just throw it anywhere" she said, not taking her eyes up from her cell phone.
"Oh" was all I answered looking at my white coat that was leaning against the back of my chair.
"Jessica" I supposed that was her version of an introduction
"Bella"
"lunch?" she asked
"k"
This exchange of monosyllables was cut short when the teacher began the lesson.
After History, I had math. The most dreadful of all possible subjects. The teacher was fine, and the lesson went by quickly, so when lunch came, I felt better about the new school. I sat at a big table, full of people, whose names, other than Jessica's, a guy named Mike and a shy girl named Angela I all forgot. There in the courtyard eating my role of sushi is where I first saw them.