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New Kid, No Problem

You'd think being a new kid would get you looked at in the hallways, boys and girls staring at you and whispering to each other. But, really, I just walked towards the office without anybody caring about me, which I was happy about that.

Yep, the word would be that there is a new girl, and that would be pretty much it. Let's just hope the rest of my days here go good, or I'd be damned. But Johanna assured me, along with Georgie and Chris, we would be great at fitting in.

"Oh, Victoria!" The lady sings to get my attention. I just asked her for a handbook and my schedule. While she was getting it, I was looking around the office and saw a flag with the school colors and an Eagle.

"We also have a Spirit Week coming up, so here's that." The principal places a paper in front of me. "Oh and do you like cheerleading, one just quit, and we are looking for a replacement. You're a really nice girl and I think the others will love you."

My chance to fit in, wow, I had to take it of course. Georgie would want to know how to do the splits, and a cartwheel before she gets into cheerleading next year.

On the way to class, I had found a girl, but never talked to her, and I just followed her to math class. She seemed to know where everything is, probably because she's a student here. I'm so dumb at times.

I sit down at a random seat, and no one looks at me, except only about two or three people. Zayn walks in, looking grumpy, I hate math too.

"Zayn!" A pretty blonde haired girl greets him with a kiss. Awe, they're so good for each other as you can tell the way he holds her.

When the teacher walks in, he puts a stop to all the noise in the classroom. His name is written up on the board, Mr. Filter, I guess he sounds nice. I had a teacher with his last name before...

After him going on about how to do some stupid math problems, which I had totally ignored, and how no one was paying attention to him, we were dismissed. It's like my old highschool.

As I start to get out of my seat the blonde girl that had hugged Zayn, comes up to me, "Hello! I'm Perrie!" She's a little hyper and preppy, from what I know about Zayn, it doesn't look like he likes girls like that.

"I'm Vinnie." I smile a toothless smile. "So, what's up?" We start walking out of class together, to the class her and I share, Art.

Perrie had told me she was part of this gang of Zayn's and his friends. I can't get caught up on their bunch or I would be disowned from the family, but I guess I can just hang out with Perrie. She had shown me her new tattoo of a rose on her shoulder. Perrie also said that I should sit by her after lunch which is right after this period.

"You can sit next to me." Perrie says, flashing a wide smile as she leads me to an art easel which was right next to hers. "Mrs. Wayne will be here any minute, go grab a stool and sit down."

I quickly grab a stool from the back of the class and place it right next to Perrie. Then I slide my math crap to the side right as, who I'm assuming, is Mrs. Wayne walks into the classroom and silences the room. I'm guessing she isn't the nicest teacher, by how she looks around at the students of her class. Her eyes had stopped at me, then went on.

The long silence was broken by her talking, "Who are you, young lady?" I freeze as everybody stares at me. I really hate it when people do that, it's just rude, ya know?

"I'm Victoria Marano, call me Vinnie, please." I answer as everybody starts to turn to each other to talk.
"New student?" Mrs. Wayne asks. I nod and she begins to teach the class.

As we go through how to paint a flower bouquet, I tend to doze off to the quiet voice of Mrs. Wayne once in awhile, but usually waking up to the loud voice of hers as she wakes me up. Great, first day and I already blew it with her.

When class is finished I head right straight to my locker to put my stuff away. The I take out my orange lunch box and try and find Perrie at her or Zayn's locker, which she had pointed out both when we were walking together.

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