My Time – Chapter 1 – Introducing Me

I've never felt so alone in my life. I'm always used to having my older brother around, being there to take the blame, and mess up so my parents only notice his mistakes while disregarding mine. But he's gone. Off to college already, at the University of Miami, and there's nothing I can do to bring him back. No way of keeping my parents off my back, every second of the day!

Even worse part about my life right now, is that I've moved. Of course I told everyone at my old school that I would be glad I would be leaving all of those losers, and getting to meet all these cooler people. What a lie. I don't know any of these people. Maybe one senior if she actually remembers me from when my brother did physical therapy for his arm way back when he hurt it doing the thing he loves, baseball.

Otherwise, I'm alone. With no clique; no place to sit at the lunch table; and absolutely no idea of how I'm going to make friends. People always came to me first. I've been told private school is different…

I walked slowly into the auditorium, where all the students were supposed to meet for the first day. The assembly was supposed to last only about thirty minutes, but after the first five of waiting, I felt like running. This was all too much for me. I didn't understand it. Sure, I was sitting next to people, but they weren't looking at me. They wouldn't talk to me. They didn't even acknowledge my presence.

About ten minutes later, the room settled down, as the head teachers and counselors took the stage. First off, this was nothing like the public school I was used to. It took literally half the assembly for the other kids to quiet down. Nobody just silenced themselves upon the entrance of teachers!

"Welcome, to Ireton." A scruffy guy with green eyes and a buzz cut spoke into the microphone, causing a couple claps and cheers from the upperclassmen. I assumed this man was the Principal, and people were just used to sucking up and bowing at this mans feet by now. More politics at this school. Great.

"Today is our first day back, for the 2010-2011 school year, and I hope you all are very excited," he turned his body so he was no longer facing us directly, but looking towards the center of the stage, pointing at the other teachers and adults. "We have many new teachers and counselors, who we welcome warmly into the Ireton family."

I tuned out the rest of his speech to turn and look at all the faces surrounding me. I recognized a few from the soccer tryouts we had for the school, two weeks before today. I had made varsity, and the coaches seemed to like me a lot. Our school is known for its soccer program, and there were over two hundred other girls who tried out, and were cut. We only have a JV and Varsity team here, for whatever reason. We haven't had any games yet, but we have been practicing daily ever since the cuts were made, shaping the team.

I saw some girls who were cut glaring at me, and a couple who kind of waved to me. Those who waved seemed nice enough. Jenny? I think was her name. She was actually one of the girls who hit me during tryouts. She just ran right into me, hoping to knock me down. Thank God I am a block of muscle, or else that would have hurt. Jenny was quite a size bigger than I, with very long light brown hair, with the occasional blonde floating through it. Her facial features and hair were what made her pretty. It was just her body that was the major turnoff. I wouldn't call her fat, just not quite in shape.

"…What's your name?" I heard a low voice whisper beside me.

"What?" I asked quickly, not quite wanting to respond.

"What is your name? I'm Marcus." I looked up to see a small black guy with dreads, and tattoos on the bicep of his left arm.

"I'm Miley." I whispered, much softer than before, suddenly feeling a little intimidated.

He just smiled at me, sticking out his hand for me to shake.

Well, I've made a friend.

...

"So where did you go before?" Marcus was walking in stride with me as we headed towards our homeroom. We got put in the same one, since it's done alphabetically.

"I went to a public school." I said looking at him briefly, before returning my gaze to my feet. Well, my Sperry's. This is a private school, and as you know, there are uniforms.

"No way?" he sincerely sounded surprised.

"Why is that surprising?" I asked, slightly feeling offended.

"You just don't look like someone who would go to that type of school. It's pretty scary there." I almost laughed aloud at his comment. Scary? The guy with tattoos thinks public school is scary?

"Fine. Where did you go to school before here?" I crossed my arms over my Ireton blue polo, stepping through the door being held open by Marcus.

"I went to Saint Theresa. It's down the street from here." Ah. So he went to a catholic school.

"That's cool. Did you like it? The religion, I mean." I turned to look at him, purely interest in my eyes.

"Well, it's not too big of a deal for me. Religion, I mean." He smiled at me. "What about you? Worried about being here, at a catholic high school, coming from a public school? It's a lot different, when religion is involved. I mean, we even have to take a theology class!" he laughed aloud, turning into the classroom and taking a seat near the window.

"I'm not quite Catholic, so it might be a little overwhelming for me, yeah." I took a seat next to him, placing my backpack filled with my new textbooks under my feet.

"Do you know if we are going to actually go to classes today?" I asked, before he could reply on my comment about my religion.

"Uh," he stuttered looking at the clock. "I think we have each class for thirty minutes, and that's it."

The bell rung suddenly, alerting us all to head to our first period class. Marcus turned to me, "What do you have first?"

"Gym," I got up and began to walk towards the door, with my new friend walking right behind me.

"I got theology, so I'll see you later. Bye Miley. If you need anything, text me." He gave me a sheet of paper with his ten-digit number on it. I smiled to myself. This might not be so bad after all.

...

As I walked silently to my next class, I noticed how mostly everyone was walking beside someone. Then, there was me. All alone, just looking like a lost puppy. I knew where I was going, but I didn't know who would be there. I didn't know whether they were nice, or whether they would notice my existence like Marcus did in the auditorium.

I walked into the gym, realizing that there were only girls in here. I'm not used to having an all girls P.E. class, so this would be quite new to me. Especially since I didn't know any of them, and when that happens at school, I usually hang with guys. But, here, I can't.

I took a seat on the bleachers, off to the side of every one else, shuffling through my backpack to make it look like I was busy. Though, I bet everyone still knew that I really didn't have any friends, and I didn't want to feel awkward just sitting there while everyone else socialized.

For the most part, the girls were talking about cheerleading, and the hottest football player. None of which interested me, so I pulled out my phone immediately checking my messages.

One from Dylan:

You weren't lying. I miss you.

It said. Dylan… my best friend from middle school. We did everything together. Sat together at lunch, hung out in between classes, and if we ever stayed after school, it was together. We sat next to each other on all of our school trips. If there was ever a Dylan, there would be an Emily there too.

I began typing my reply, seeing that the teacher wasn't here yet, and its not like any of these other girls would really mind since they're all too focused on themselves.

Yeah. I'm sorry. I'll still come see you tomorrow for your game. I miss you too D.

He's on the football team at the public school I was supposed to go to. But I didn't, and I feel bad about it. I didn't really want to have to deal with everybody from that school again though, but I needed to see Dylan. He needed to see me, and know I still cared for him. That I still thought about him as much as he thought about me. And, honestly I did.

The bell rung, as did the teachers voice yelling at us to settle down.

"I'm Mrs. Harrison, and this is our 1st period girls gym class. We will be doing lots of sports this year, and a couple of health units as well. First, i'm going to take attendance, so you need to take a seat and be quiet.

The gym went silent, except for the turning of pages. She began calling names, and when she got to me, she gave no notion of knowing me. For the other kids, she asked if they had a sibling that goes here, and of course they did. Another thing that made me feel left out. I shouldn't care, but I do. I don't want to, but I do. Hopefully that will change by tomorrow, cause this is really getting old.

"Okay, looks like everyone is here. Here's our curriculum guide for this year, you need to all get this signed and returned for tomorrow." She passed out sheets of paper, looking briefly at her watch. "For the rest of class, work on social skills. Welcome to Ireton girls." And with those final words, she walked back into her office.

This is going to be a long day…

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