Emmas P.O.V.

I walked to my math class one of the few things I actually liked about this school. The school part was the only thing I liked about this school. Which was sad, considering, but you got used to the teachers being the only people who liked you. At the moment we were calculating happy numbers. Something I had learned to master a long time ago. And something these kids only now was starting to somewhat get. So to practice the teacher had us battle. Whoever solved it fastest won and faced the next opponent. The last person standing was the ultimate winner.

After watching a lot of battles I was bored of just sitting and watching. Also because it was head bitch Sunny? That was beating everyone. Something that slightly pissed me off. The teacher finally called my name, I think I was last, go figure. I smirked and straightened my back when I walked to the blackboard. Sunny seemed very please with the situation. I was even though I did not like admitting it to myself, scared I would lose. If I lost I would be completely defeated. I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down.

I felt like time stopped and the teacher said the number we were surposed to calculate. I took a deep breath, picked up the charlk and started writing down notes. I looked over at Sunny, shit she was infront of me. I could not lose. I kept writing but it was too late I was only seconds behind but I had lost. I bowed my head and felt completely lost. If I could not even do some stupid math, how could I do anything? Science was the only thing I was good at, and if my calculations were off I would never be able to do anything in my field. However the teacher looked over our calculations and told us that Sunny was by luck correct in her answer but she had made an error where is mine was flawless. I smiled feeling a little victorious, I had not been the fastest but I was the most correct, and precision mattered to me.

The class ended and I walked out of the room after having every student bump into me. I sighed, only one class left of the day. Then I would finally be free of this hellhole.

I walked back to my locker and put in my math book, I took out my english but it was completely ripped and wet. I looked in horor to see most of my books in that state. Who would do something like that? Is it because of that stupid card thing?

I sighed and decided to just leave it. Only 574 days left here. Only 574. I Walked into the classroom. When I did everyone went silent and they all glared at me. I had no idea what I did but I pissed someone off. I stopped and returned their glare.

"What? Have you never seen a scot before?" I asked out in the room.

There was dead silence some looked down not threatning to look at me others kept their blank stare.

I sighed and went to sit in my seat, the spot that my desk had previously occupied was now empty. I turned around again.

"Where is my desk?" I asked looking around, Sunny and the mean girls walked up to me.

"You haven't earned it." She spat at me.

I sighed then rolled my eyes at them.

"Well then, I usually prefer the floor anyways." I said standing my ground and did something they apparently had not anticipated. I sat down on the floor and opened my book.

For the remainer of the class I sat on the floor. The teacher smiled every time his eyes was in my direction, I returned with a smirk.

When the class was done I was still angry but I walked to the door with my pride intact. This was going to be like my old school from what I had seen today. I did not like it but I would have to get used to it, again. The teacher stopped me on the way out.

"It was brave what you did." He said giving me what at least seemed like a sincere smile.

"Yeah well... I accepted a long time ago that to anyone who does not have an interest in science, i might as well be speaking french. I have always been a loser, some things never change I guess." I said, he chuckled.

"I know the feeling. Always been a bit of one myself. But it does get better once you get somewhere where people have similar interests." He said, I nodded and smiled at him.

I turned around about to walk out the door he stopped me in the doorway.

"They say if you make a friend your first week, You'll do okay." He said it with a mischevious smile.

"No offence, but if the only friend I make is my teacher. Then that is rather depressing." I said.

"Well, I am not that bad. So Emma, welcome to the Island of the misfits." He said smirking and took a dramatic bow, I chuckled and thanked him. He had managed to cheer me up after a pretty low day. I left the classroom to go home.

Maybe this was not going to be so bad after all.

I had made my first friend, even if it was just my english teacher. And I was used to only the teachers liking me, maybe he will be like my old teacher Leo, when he noticed me being gifted he started giving me reading materials. He was the reason I discovered my passion, I had always know that I loved science, he helped me narrow the field.

Nothing could ruin this, not even 4 little shits was going to ruin this.