New School

• Sarah Mccann, Grade 9
• Short Story
• 2015

My shirt was covered in cat vomit. That's right first day of school and everyone's looking there best wearing their expensive clothing that's probably Chanel or Gucci whilst I am wearing the remains of my cats breakfast, great. Oh why did my dad have to send me away to some rich people school. I can practically feel the girls judgement as I pass them by. Who's this girl? They must be thinking, Is she lost because she obviously doesn't belong? It's only been five minutes in and I already hate it here. My mum told me that after the first few days I would like it here but I know that's not true, I can already see my year set out in front of me, eating lunch by myself, getting mocked for my clothing and having condescending teachers fail me because I don't have private tutors like the rest of the kids here. 'Lara stop feeling sorry for yourself', I reprimend myself in my head, 'it's just two years until you graduate, just stay low, don't attract attention and you'll get through it'. Ha little did I know that plan would even last the first period. The bell rings and I head to class , I enter and gasp shocked as I glimpse the guy who will ruin my plan for going under the radar, someone I wished I left behind when I left my old school.