Everyone's staring at me. I'm pretty sick of being stared at. I'd thought it was bad last night with Charlie, but that's nothing compared to three hundred pairs of eyes following my every movement.
I make my way to the office ignoring the probing eyes. I'm used to being stared at, but seriously, that's ridiculous.
In the confines of the office, the only staring comes from the elderly receptionist with startling red hair and purple glasses. Nice. "Hello dear, how can I help you?"
"I'm, uh… new?" I say, as eloquent as ever.
Her eyes pop and her eyebrows rise. "Oh, right. Isabella Swan. The chief rang yesterday."
The chief? Oh yeah… Charlie's the Chief of Police of this small dreary town.
She moves around papers on the cluttered desk. "Here's your schedule and map."
I take the offered papers, immediately dismissing the map. On the short walk here I saw about a thousand signs. If the rest of the school is like that, I doubt that I'll get lost. "Thanks," I mumble.
I'm right. I follow the trail of breadcrumbs to my homeroom class.
Wow. The bell had only rung about four seconds ago, and everyone's already in their seats. What kind of alternate universe did I step into where kids are on time to class?
"Miss Swan, I take it?" A man asks. He's wearing a tweed coat with black patched over the elbows and thick black rimmed glasses. I guess that he's the teacher. My powers of deduction know no bounds.
I look around the class to see twenty pairs of eyes staring at me.
"Miss Swan?"
This class is filled with just about every stereotype you can think of. Nerd, punk, bimbo, jock…
"Miss Swan!" The teacher snaps.
"Oh huh?" It's not my fault. That was the first time someone's directly used that name for me.
"I'm Mr. Baker. Now please take a seat," he huffs, his annoyance was obvious.
The class breaks out in sniggers.
By the time I get settled in the only seat left, the bell rings.