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It was your first day at a new school, and you were nervous. You had never liked transferring in the middle of the year, but your mom had made you switch schools after finding out you were being bullied. Your alarm went off, and you silenced it, staying in bed until you heard a knock on the door.

“Come in,” you called faintly, the door opening to reveal your mom.

“If you want a ride, you need to get dressed,” she said before walking out.

You groaned, got up, and walked to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, you stood there for a moment, the thought of being the new kid making your stomach turn. Shaking it off, you stepped in.

When you finished, you stepped out, wrapped a towel around your body, and moved to the sink. You washed your face, brushed your teeth, and headed back to your room. You slipped on your undergarments, moisturized, and got dressed in the outfit you’d picked the night before a pleated jean skirt, a sweater, your UGGs, and leg warmers.

After getting dressed, you left your curls loose and put on your glasses. You grabbed your backpack, sprayed perfume, added your jewelry, and gave yourself one last look in the mirror. Taking a deep breath, you grabbed your phone and headed downstairs, where your mom sat watching TV.

“You wanna stop at Starbucks?” she asked. You nodded and followed her to the car. She tried making conversation, but you only gave short replies or small noises to show you were listening.

Pulling into the drive-thru, she ordered her usual a salted caramel cream cold brew and a cake pop. She handed you your order, and you ate the cake pop while scrolling through your phone.

When the car finally stopped, you looked up to see your new school. Hesitantly, you got out, grabbed your drink, told your mom you loved her, and watched her drive away. Slipping on your headphones, you walked inside, passing groups of students until you found the main office.

“Is this you?” the woman at the desk asked showing you a schedule with your name on it. You nodded, and she handed you your schedule, pointing you toward your first class.

“Thank you,” you said softly before following her directions.

When you entered the classroom, a few students were already there. You approached the teacher’s desk, tossed your empty coffee cup in the trash, and waited for him to notice you.

“Can I help you?” he asked.

“It’s my first day. I was wondering where I should sit.”He looked around before pointing to a seat all the way in the back.

“You can sit next to Dee, the tall one in the back,” he said, motioning toward a guy sitting on top of a desk talking to his friends. You walked over, sat down, grabbed a piece of gum, and got on your phone.

The bell rang, and more students filed in, the noise rising. The bell rang again, and the teacher went to close the door only to be stopped by a student slipping past him in a hoodie.

The teacher tugged the hoodie down, revealing his face, and the student walked over to sit in front of you, instantly talking with his friends. You didn’t pay attention until you noticed him pointing in your direction, making you look up.

“Who’s you?” he asked, looking directly at you.