High school nightmare

Chapter 1: Being the New kid is a death wish

I got ready and snuck out before my brother got to me. 3 miles to go. Well, I have enough time for a picture.

I took pictures randomly without looking. It's a coping mechanism. For everything.

And I stopped at the most STERYOTYPICAL ANIME SCHOOL EVER. Like you took it out of Bleach and pasted it onto the ground and said "Welcome to school" and removed the uniforms. Seriously, guys?

I walked in, putting my camera away. And instantly bumping into someone. Good job. First day and I'm allready a klutz. I looked up and instantly saw your steryotypical Barbie doll. Way to many curves, heels, and a dress tooken out of a Katy Perry video.
"Um, watch where you're going!" She yelled. Oh good, she even has the steryotypical accent. I froze, managing to stand up. "S-sorry..." I apologized in a quiet voice. "Um, are you mute? Or do you not know how to speak? And what's with the outfit?" She sneered.
"Confterble. Unlike yours." I muttered, walking off. My boots hit the ground softly.

And I dodged the pencil she threw at me. "I was TALKING TO YOU!" She yelled. I spun on my heels, and smiled at her. "I'm sorry? More like yelling." I replied in a flat tone. "Geez, what are you, a robot?" She sneered again. "No, just a new kid." I smiled, moving my black hair out of the way, getting my Dr. Who thermos out and taking a sip of my coffee casually. I contenued walking off, and entered the right class.

The teacher smiled at me. "Oh! Our new student is here! Why don't you introduce yourself to the class?" The uptight, steryotypical female teacher smiled at me. "H-h.. Hi. I'm Bella Vadessi. Nice meeting you all..." I muttered. God I hate being shy. "Can you speak up? You sound like a mouse." A blonde jock yelled. The class laughed at him, but another jock was mad. "Jeez, cut her some slack. You were worse when you moved here in elementary." The brown haired jock defended. I sighed. "Guys there's no need to fight. I just don't..." I paused, trying to find the right words. I hate this. "I have trouble speaking to people. It's just a thing. No big deal." I said with a louder voice.

"Oh! So the dork speaks!" The blonde said. I just simply sighed, sitting in the corner next to the door as kids laughed.

Welcome to hell, kids.