Getting used to
Disclaimer: Characters and names of places do not belong to me except for Delilah.
Delilah stepped into class with two first new friends that she made. Both of them seemed like nice people. Delilah was thankful that all that praying while waiting for the bus pulled through. The bus driver was very warm toward her. He said hello the second Delilah stepped onto his bus.
Just when Delilah thought things could probably get better, she turned to find her seat only to be greeted with numerous curious eyes. Nobody said anything to embarrass her but it was the fact that no one said a word made Delilah's stomach squirm with discomfort.
She didn't even bother to look back. She quickly took the first seat that was available and buried herself in her book. The minute she arrived at Robert Lowell High School, she quickly dashed to find her locker. She finally reached the second floor to a row of lockers only to be greeted with a flying paper Mache canon ball to her face.
She was of course, very angry initially but when Sam and Jordan seemed to be truly helpful, she decided to put her anger to a rest.
They are nice people indeed. Delilah found out that all three of them are in the same year and they offered her to come to class with them.
"Sam! Jordan!" a girl with dark curly hair cried out to them. "Over here!"
Delilah looked at her and the two girls beside her uncomfortably. "I think I'll just sit right here." She pointed to a seat by the window.
"Are you sure you don't want to join us?" Jordan asked.
"Very." Delilah said. "Thanks for all your help."
A minute later, a short balding man entered. With his thick glasses and corduroy jacket, Delilah took it that he was Mr Quinn, the Homeroom teacher.
"How was everyone's summer?" he asked as her sat down at the edge of the table.
"Amazing!" A girl with blonde curls answered with enthusiasm.
"What did you do then, Aimee?"
"My Dad brought me skiing, of course" Aimee said with a toss of her curls.
There was a snort that came from the back of the class. Delilah turned to see a pale girl with long black hair with kohl eyes drumming her fingers on her desk.
"How about you Carrie?" Mr Quinn asked gently.
"I didn't go anywhere."
Delilah looked around nervously. This is the worst she ever felt. It was one thing when eyes kept fixed on her on the bus but it is another excruciating thing when people are actively involved in a discussion she was clearly not part of.
She met Mr Quinn's eyes for a brief second. Delilah decided that was the biggest mistake of her life.
"Oh!" Mr Quinn cried. 'How could I have forgotten?" He made his way to Delilah's desk.
Delilah gripped the edge of her desk. She didn't like the sound of that tone and she certainly didn't like the way he was approaching her at that moment. In her mind, all she thought of was to fling her arms wildly around her and just bolt right out of her room.
"We have a new addition sitting quietly right here and I can't believe I cleanly forgot." Mr Quinn said when he reached Delilah's desk.
"You are Miss Morgan? Delilah Morgan, if I'm not wrong?"
Delilah nodded meekly.
"Go on then, tell us more about yourself."
Delilah figured God decided not to help her throughout the day after all.
"I err..."
"It would help if you stand, you know." Aimee interrupted her.
"Shush." An attractive blonde next to her scolded. "Let her talk." She gave Delilah a cool smile.
After she said that, the rest of the class seemed to keep quiet and focused their attention on her. Delilah raised her eyebrows at the sudden change in environment.
"Thank you, Amy." Mr Quinn said.
Amy looked at Delilah as though to say, "Go on."
Delilah stood up. "I'm Delilah. I just moved here over the summer from New York."
"New York?" Mr Quinn asked.
"Yeah. We live up north of Ocean View."
"By the bay." A familiar voice said.
Delilah turned. It was the girl with the dark curly hair. She didn't look so intimidating when she weren't shouting.
"Yes, by the bay. It's really nice here." She didn't want to go on about her situation any further because she wanted to avoid any questions of her family.
"Bet it's not as nice as New York." Amy said.
"It is one of the fashion capitals after all." An Asian girl beside her added.
"To you fashion is everything." Carrie scoffed.
"Fashion IS everything." Amy retorted. "Clearly, you wouldn't know anything about that." She eyed Carrie's gothic get up with disapproval.
"At least I have a brain in my head somewhere to know something about." Carrie retorted.
"Girls..." Mr Quinn warned.
Both Amy and Carrie glared at each other and turned their heads to the opposite direction.
Delilah heaved a sigh of relief. She caught Sam's eyes. He shrugged and gave her a sympathetic smile.
"Thank you, Delilah." Mr Quinn said gently. "You may sit down now."
The next thirty minutes couldn't pass any slower for Delilah.