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First Day, Part 1

I arrived at the school and headed for the entrance. I gazed at its structure; the pillars were huge and the school's "Collingwood School" crest was intricately designed. The place was much different than the public schools I was used to going to. Though, it was a nice breath of fresh air. I found my way to the main office and met with the headmaster.

"Hello Ms. Castro," he shook my hand and gestured to the seat in front of his desk, "Please, take a seat."

I plopped onto the leather chair. My eyes couldn't help but shuffle around to take a gander at the décor and the glassed certificates taking over one of the walls.

"How do you like the building so far? Tell me a bit about yourself," he glimpsed at a paper, "Courtney."

My brows creased and my muscles tingled. I couldn't think of anything to respond with and I was sure to have had a dumb smile on.

"It's really nice" I let out, " and I like clubs and mixed martial arts."

He sat back with his hands entwined and a slight nod going on, "Interesting. Lucky for you we have a Judo club that competes. You should come round the office after your last class for more information."

I nodded with a smile. I thought to myself that joining the club could be a great opportunity to show my strengths and even make friends. I was sure Judo Club was going to be on my mind for the rest of the school day. The headmaster gave me my schedule, among other papers, and sent me off to class. My first class was Painting, a good way to start off the day, I thought.

"Everyone, I'd like you to welcome our new student, Courtney Castro."

My introduction was pretty normal. All I had to say was where I was from. Mrs. Reddish was nice enough to not make my introduction too awkward. The students in the class watched me as I uncomfortably stood there waiting for whatever was going to happen next.

"She can sit with me!" A voice said from the back.

Mrs. Reddish pointed to a beautiful girl. She had perfect straight black hair adorned with a headband, and flawless cream skin. I was surprised someone like her would want to associate with someone like me. When I sat down next to her she faced me with a pearly white smile.

"My name's Heather. You know, you're pretty." She put her elbow on the desk and leaned on her hand, still facing me, "You're gonna have to watch out for the dogs in this school."

I was in amazement, "Oh wow, thanks! You're perfec-" I stopped myself before I sounded more like a dork, "I mean, you too!"

She twirled a lock of her hair, "Yeah, I know. Listen, you should eat lunch with me and my friends."

Heather seemed a little full of herself, but it was my first day and I needed to make good impressions. I agreed to eat lunch with them; after all it was a chance that shot down to my life's palette from the freaking universe.

The teacher spoke about what materials we were going to need and the projects we were going to do along the year. I looked to my side and noticed something strange. It was a rough-looking boy with silver earrings and green-tipped black hair. If it weren't for his angsty teenaged outlook, those wonderful oceanic eyes of his would have probably been the first thing for me to notice. He caught me staring and subsequently stared right back at me. I looked away and couldn't help but look back a couple seconds after. He was still staring me down. I felt like he was trying to intimidate me.

"That's Duncan. Don't associate with idiots like him," Heather startled me as she whispered, "His posse is trouble."

"Oh, yeah." I fixed my eyes at the teacher and tried my best not to glance back at the boy.

After Painting was Algebra I then Geography. The classes seemed to take forever to end, but I was consoled by the bell indicating that it was lunch time. In the cafeteria, it wasn't until I heard Heather calling me over that I remembered I was suppose to sit with her and her friends for lunch. I smiled and walked over.

"Come here," she patted the open space next to her, "Sit."

Everyone at the table was looking at me and introducing themselves. I was glad, because if it wasn't for Heather chances are I'd be alone right now.

"I'm Bridgette," one of the girls said as a boy next to her played with her blonde ponytail, "And this is Geoff."

"What's your name?" said the boy sitting across from me.

"Courtney." I said.

"Cool, I'm Alejandro." He winked at me.

His action made me cringe a little. For some reason I felt uncomfortable around him, but he was so attractive. Others introduced themselves and asked me all kinds of questions like where I was from and what kinds of things I was into. The table was incredibly social. Heather pulled me close and, on the sly, she pointed towards a group of people that had just walked into the cafeteria.

"See those people? Those were the troublemakers I told you about earlier. They're gross and brainless and unwanted so try your best not to talk to any of them." She said.

"Yeah. They're a bunch of jerks who think they're bad ass just because they don't follow the rules and start fights. Hanging with them is an automatic social suicide." Alejandro added in.

A blonde with a valley-girl voice jumped into the conversation, "I heard this kid double crossed Duncan Moreau once, and for payback he bit the head off a squirrel and fed it to the kid."

Heather flicked the blonde's forehead "Lindsay.. that's the stupidest thing I've heard today from you."

"Ow.." she rubbed her forehead.

I didn't know what to believe. The group of the so called 'troublemakers' looked so gaudy. But there he was again, the boy with the beautiful eyes- Duncan. Him and his peers passed by us. The people at the table I was sitting with shared glares with the troublemakers all except for Duncan, who coolly looked straight ahead. To be honest, I was a little upset that he didn't bother to look at me again.

Me: So how was it?

You: Hmm.. not too shabby.

Duncan: I'm not an angsty teenager :'c

Me: ...right. Stay tuned guise!