"Welcome First Year Students to StoneyBrook High School"

The decorated banner hung above the main entrance to the school building. It looked colourful compared to the old building. I looked at the outfit I was wearing, a white t-shirt and a pink flower skirt. I had a hard time deciding what to wear. My parents took me shopping just as I asked, although they weren't too happy in the way I did. I was able to choose 3 new shirts and 2 new bottoms or skirts. Half my hair was pulled back and I was still wearing my cheap pink glasses. My parents would not buy me contacts since I had spent a lot on clothes already.

I turned to look at my mother. She was busy looking for a parking spot to let me off. In her grey t-shirt and sweatpants and her messy hair, I sat there praying no one could see her. My reputation on the first day was at stake.

"Well then," she started after she put the car to stop, "do you have everything?"

"Yes," I replied and opened the passenger door and put my foot out.

"Aren't you going to give me a goodbye kiss?"

"MOM!" I cried, "not now!" and ran out of the car. I could feel her hurt face as I walked away from the car. It was not that I had wanted to, but I would've died of embarrassment if anyone saw. I must think about my reputation. It can't be the same as junior high. It just can't.

I walked slowly towards the school, clutching my books with both hands close to my chest. As I walked, other people around me were busily chatting with their friends. I turned to glance at them. Some looked very mature. Must be higher years. Others looked very shy and were clutching on to their knapsack or books like me. I guess I was so busy looking at them I forgot to look at what was ahead of me and smacked right into someone and both of us fell.

"Hey! Watch where you going!" she cried. Oh no, it can't be. I glanced up to take a look at her, and realized I was right; it was Pamela.

"s..s.. sorry," I stuttered and hurriedly picked up my books off the floor.

"who do you think you are, running into me like that!" she yelled, picking herself up and brushing dirt off her blue jean skirt. Then she turned to look at me more closely as I stood up. She gave this hard long stare before her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped.

"Ohmygod, is that you Natalie?" she smirked and crossed her arms across her chest. I looked her outfit. She was wearing a white halter top with blue jeans and white sandals. Her long straight brown hair framed her face.

"Hi Pamela," I replied.

"My," she said, "you sure look different. But I see you still have those ugly pink glasses," she said still smirking.

"yes," I replied looking down, "please excuse me," and quickly ran through the big red doors. I didn't bother to look back. I didn't want to see her.

I stopped running 2 halls down and fell against the some blue lockers. What horrible luck, I thought, on my first few minutes in high school I run into Pamela. After catching my breath, I took out my schedule.

English: Mr. Cardinal - Room 301

"English" I said again, "at least it's one subject I'm not too worried about" I muttered under my breath. Then I pulled myself away from the lockers and starteddown the hall.