The girls in the group gasp like I just said the most scandalous things.Ridiculous.
They all turn around to look at me. Noah has a bored expression, Luke is loving this, and Isaac glares at me.
“I’m not your babysitter. You're a big girl, you know how to get yourself up and ready for school in the morning. Not my fault your alarm didn’t go off.” Isaac shoots me a cocky smirk before lacing his fingers with a pretty redheaded girl’s. She sneers at me before clinging to his arm, looking up at him like she adores the ground he walks on.
They dismiss me like I’m nothing, turning around to face the other two girls. Noah takes some bombshell blonde’s hand while Luke wraps his arm around the brunette's shoulder. They both look back in my direction, shooting me smug grins like they choreographed this shit or something.
The bell rings, and I groan. I was so damn close. “Fuck,” I sigh, heading into the school. People gasp at my word, and I know this shit is gonna get old fast.
“SO NICE OF YOU TO JOINus, Miss Morningstar,” my English Poetry teacher says as I walk into my first class of the day, after being fifteen minutes late.
Once I got into the building, I was lost right away. The map on my phone didn’t do anything to help me. I tried asking a few students for help, but they just glared at me, flinching away like I had some kind of disease.
Finally I found an information center, and a man there told me where to go.
“Sorry, Sir. It’s my first day, and I got lost,” I say, rushing to the first empty seat in the back of the room, ignoring the stares from all the other students.
“That’s no excuse. Everyone here is new, and they found my class and were on time just fine.” He raises a brow, pressing his lips as he crosses his arms in a disapproving manner. There's no point in arguing with him.
“It won't happen again.”
“See to it that it doesn’t,” he says, before continuing on.
Letting out an exhausted sigh, I slouch back into my chair. Grabbing my notepad and pencil, I open it up and get ready to take notes. When I lift my gaze, I find people not so subtly looking at me.This is going to be a long day.
Once I tuned everyone out, classactuallywasn’t too bad. We talked about Emily Dickinson for the most part.
The bell rings, and I grab my backpack, wanting to get out of there as fast as I can. But when I exit the classroom, I wish I had waited. The place is packed, or at least it feels like it.
Determined to get to my next class on time, I weave through the crowd, but people give me a wide berth, careful not to touch me.
Do I have some invisible beacon letting everyone know I’m here or something? There’s nothing about me that makes me stand out other than my wings, which aren't even out. So you would think I’d be able to just blend into the crowd, but nope.
I make it to my next class, and it’s a lot like the first one. By the time lunch rolls around, I’m starving, tired, and so over this day.
Not one person has bothered to say two words to me. They treat me like I don’t exist, but somehow that also makes me the center of attention.
Finding the food court, a smile lights up my face. There’s a variety of food options to choose from, food from all different cultures.
My eyes land on the sign that says, “Every day is Fry Day.”
“Can I get a regular poutine with extra cheese curds and gravy please,” I ordered. My mouth waters as I watch them coat the fries with all that yummy goodness. Gotta love Canada for inventing this food of the heavens. I don’t care what anyone says.
Grabbing my food, I look around for a place to sit. I know right away, not to even try to ask anyone if I can sit with them. That is, until something bright blue catches my attention. In the far back corner of the food court is a table with a few students. I can tell right away these have got to be the scholarship students, because they look like me, like they would rather be anywhere but here.
“Hi,” I say when I reach the table. A guy with glasses and red hair lets out a frightened squeak, making my smile drop.
“Alex!” The girl with the bright blue pixie cut hisses at the guy. “Stop being rude.” She looks up at me with a big smile, her eyes just as blue as her hair. “Hi. Did you want to sit?”
“I’d love to,” I answer, taking the empty seat next to her. “Hi, I’m Abby.”
“Nice to meet you, Abby. I’m Penny, and this is Alex.” She points to a big guy next to Alex. “And that’s Rico.”
I give them a smile and a small wave. “Hi.”
Rico grunts, giving me a nod, but Alex looks at me like I’m going to set him on fire with one look.
“Don’t mind him, he’s kind of skittish. This school knows how to make you feel like trash, and they love to remind you how much you don’t belong,” Penny sighs.