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The next day was Monday, and my first day of school. I made sure to wear something stylish: a black tank top, purple shorts, black converse, a white vest, and a white bow in my hair, which I straightened and was now shiny. I looked in the mirror at my high cheekbones and pixie-like face, with its light brown freckles and emerald eyes. I had to admit, I was pretty in a garden-fairy kind of way. On this day, I had woken up extra early so I could create the perfect image of myself before I went a to new school as the new student- a better explanation, diving into a shark tank.

I walked in through the front gate, and noticed everyone was staring at me. I looked around, nervous about all of the attention I was getting, but then I remembered that I had dyed my hair the color of Ariana Grande's and probably stuck out like a sore thumb. Oh well, I thought, walking along with more confidence now. My mother had given me a list of "THINGS 2 KNOW". Number one was my locker number and combo. I rolled my eyes, thinking to myself that I'm not stupid, and I memorized these on the plane. The next bullet point listed my classes, teachers, and room numbers. These I hadn't memorized. The third and final bullet point told me where the front office was in case I needed anymore info, and it told me to "have fun!". I folded the paper up until it was a tiny rectangle and slid it into my pocket.

I approached my blue locker, taking a nervous breath with each step, wondering who my locker neighbors were, or if my locker was in a bad place. I shook these thoughts from my head and turned the dial. 10, 21, 18. It refused to open. 10, 21, 18. It wouldn't budge. I tried again, this time vigorously. 10, 21, 18! Still no love from the locker that wouldn't open. I groaned. "Please?" I whispered to it as I turned the dial over and over again. I gave it a kick, then I jiggled the dial once more before giving up. That was when a hand reached over my shoulder and turned the dial the other way, but to the same numbers. The door swung open. "Whoa," I said. I turned around. "How'd you-" I didn't finish, because who was standing in front of me was who else but Sarah, my babysitter. She was smiling. "You turn it right, not left." I shrugged. "Thanks," I said coolly. "I'm just left-handed, ya know?" I wasn't left-handed, just stupid. She shrugged back. "You're welcome. Listen, I know you're new here and probably don't know anyone." I nodded. "I could introduce you to my friends," she continued, "and you can hang with us. You know, at least until you find someone better." I laughed. Sarah was pretty cool after all, and I agreed to meet her friends.

I walked with her as she talked about different aspects of the school: the cafeteria, the teachers, the drama, etc. She stopped talking when we approached two boys; about my age. I waved sheepishly. "Guys, this is Dimitri. She's new here." They looked from me, to Sarah, then back at me, and smiled. "Dimitri, this is Benny," she gestured to the one with the brown hair and striped sweatshirt who was grinning at me, "and Ethan." she gestured to the one with black hair that was awkwardly smiling in a friendly way. "Nice to meet you," I said quietly. Oh, great. I thought. I'm already becoming the "shy girl". I tried to make myself seem more confident. "Dimitri Duncan, but you can call me Dimi if you're so inclined." I smiled and reached to shake their hands. Benny grinned and took my hand immediately. "Very nice to meet you." I raised my eyebrows and took my hand back as Sarah pushed him away. "Leave her alone, Benny." she said in a jovial way. He shrugged. "Okay, okay. Fine." I shook Ethan's hand next, and he made this really weird face for a few seconds before going back to normal. "You okay?..." I asked. "Yeah," he said. "yeah, I'm fine. Nice to meet you." he smiled again. "So," Benny started, "are you going to be hanging with us for today?" I shrugged. "Awesome." he said, grinning. Sarah rolled her eyes and I laughed. "Come on," she said. "We'd better get you to your first class."

After three class periods I was dying of boredom. It was then that I realized that after the class I was in would be lunch. I smiled inwardly and pushed through the last 10 minutes of class. When the bell rang, all of the other kids got up and left without listening to what the teacher had to say, so she shrugged. "Fine," she muttered. "your loss." On my way out I said goodbye to her as to be polite, which apparently made her day, and then I walked down the hall in a crowd of students. I spotted Sarah, Benny, and Ethan in a corner next the the cafeteria doorway and walked up to greet them. "Hey guys," I said, smiling. They smiled back, and we walked to lunch together, laughing about something Benny had said to a girl that made her walk away. "It's not funny," he kept whining, but we still thought it was pretty hilarious.

I got into the lunch line by myself, since I had told the others that I wanted to try this alone, which I realized a few minutes later was a huge mistake. I was about halfway through the line when a blond boy came up to me. "Uhm, hi?" I said awkwardly. "Hey," he replied. "You new here?" I sighed. "Is it really that obvious?" He shrugged. "No, but the only other place I've seen you is in my dreams," he said. I felt my face heat up and my eyes widen. I couldn't think of a response for that, or whether or not I should even dignify it with a response. The awkward silence between me and the blond boy was broken when Ethan and Benny came to my rescue. Benny put a hand on the blond boy's shoulder. "Rory," I assumed Rory was the blond boy's name, "are you bothering girls again?" Rory looked hurt. "I don't bother girls. I was simply introducing myself to this beauty." He gestured to me. I was sure my face was as red as a tomato. "Uhm," I stammered awkwardly, "I'm, uhm, gonna go get some uhm... milk." I pushed past the boys, grabbed a carton of milk and a big cookie, and paid for my lunch before practically cantering to where Sarah sat at the table. "So, I'm guessing by the way your face looks like a fire truck that you met Rory?" I nodded awkwardly, sinking in my seat. "Is, uh... Is he always like that?" I asked with a sheepish chuckle. She nodded, all but laughing.

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