I look in the mirror and try to make the school uniform not hang off me like a bag.

"Alice!" John calls out.

"You'll have to leave now if you want to get to school on time!" I sigh and pick up my backpack and my coat.

"You sure you don't want me to walk you?"

"Yes I'm sure John."

It's extremely cold outside so I dig my hand's deep into my pockets trying to keep them warm. A new school, I can do this. I'm sure this one won't be nearly as bad as the last, I can do this.

The school's only about a 10 minute walk away so unfortunately I'm there fare sooner then I'd like to be. I head to the receptionist desk witch luckily is right at the front of the school.

"Um hello, I'm looking for a Mrs. Willams." From what dad said she's head of my year.

"Yes her office is just down the hall and too the left."

"Thank you."

I head down the hall that's covered in past students photos and awards the school has received till I find the office, as I knock I can just about feel my heart beating out of my chest.

"Yes come in!"

I open the door to see who I guess must be Mrs. Willams,

34.

Owns 2 cats.

unhappily married but is trying to make it work for the kids.

has 3 children

Got into fight with oldest one this morning over cigarettes found in his room.

Using concealer to hid the small bruise on her cheek

"Um hi, I'm Alice."

"Oh yes Alice lovely to meet you, take a seat."

The positivity in her voice was all most overflowing.

I watched as she typed some stuff into her computer.

"Ah yes, let me print off your timetable."

I watch as a printer at the side of the room prints off my timetable.

"Now Alice why don't you tell me a bit about yourself."

"Um like what?"

"Well your family, interests, dreams those sort of things. You must be very smart to have skipped two years of school."

"Uh yeah I guess. Well um I live with my dad and our flatmate, John. I like to read. I guess I want to work with my dad when I'm older, he's a detective."

"Well you sound lovely, I'm glad to have you joining our school."

"Thank you Mrs."

"Now you have Mr. Green for homeroom, I'll take you there now."

"Thank you."

Mrs. Willam leads me down a bunch of hall ways till we find Mr. Greens homegroup. I'm guessing Mr. Green must be a maths teacher by the fact the the room has about 100 maths posters on the wall.

"Yes Mr. Green this is Alice she's new here and she will be joining your homegroup."

"Hello Alice, please take a seat."

I hurry to the one free seat in the room. Next to a slightly over weight brunet girl with a fringe and overly curled hair, she turns and smiles at me.

16.

Over eater.

Reads comics .

semi popular.

I smile back.

First class was maths witch was extremely easy but I kept my head down any way, I know how the treat know it alls at schools.

At lunch the hole student body seems to flock to the canteen, witch too be fare is the warmest room in the whole school.

I find a table and sit alone, it's too loud to read so take out my notebook and start to sketch. I'm about half way done drawing a picture of a crime scene when the bell goes.

I mange to make it the rest of the day barely noticed, thank god. And when the last bell goes I rush to my locker, and I've all most made it a whole day but I've spoken too soon.

As I take my bad out of my locker I spin around too fast and accidentally hit a girl in the side, making her drop all her books on the ground.

"God watch where you're going you dumb slut."

"Oh my gosh I am so sorry."

The girl bends down trying to pick up her books.

"God you're so dumb." She then looks up at me, scanning me from head to toe.

"Why is your skirt so short?"

I look down, my skirt is quite short but it was the only one left at the uniform shop, my fault for changing school half way threw the year.

"Um it was the last one they had."

"Listen I don't know what dumb sort of slut you think you are but you can't walk around our school dressed like that."

Then she turns to leave, joining a group of her friends. I should have just left it, I should have just turned away and walked home, but I didn't.

"I'm not dumb!" I yell after the group

"Um excuse me?"

"I'm not dumb, intact I can tell that you're scared your boyfriend is cheating on you with your best friend, a suspicion that I'd say is right, I can see you've gained 5 pounds since you bought your school uniform and that you should have failed English last year but you're parents kicked up a fuss about it so you didn't!"

And then I get slapped.