I trek into the school building, trying to doge all the people filing into the school. I really don't want to be the center of attention for anyone and cause a scene. I glance around the decent looking school, taking everything in. The halls are filled with students all laughing and talking before morning class. I feel sadness wash over me instantly. I envy them. I can't completely blame my father for my lack of friends, but because of me just being me. Lydia was my only friend I had before the accident. I know that sounds ridiculous, but I struggled to make and keep friends. I had always thought I was annoying them, so we slowly grew apart, making me the weird, quite girl.

I scoured the halls trying to find the office and finally see the sign hanging above the door that reads 'Office' when I turn the corner. I slowly push open the door and look over at the receptionist. Her head instantly rises as she gives me a wide smile as I walk up to her.

"Hi, how may I help you?" she asks overly joyful. I let out a subtle sigh before speaking.

"Um...I-I'm here for my schedule," I say nervously as I fiddle with my hands. A terrible habit of mine when I'm nervous. She nods her head.

"Oh, you must be the new student! It's nice to meet you! What's your name sweetie?" She asks.

"Emilia Stone," I answer softly.

"Okay, thank you, Emilia," She says happily as she starts to hastily type away on her computer. I hear the printer start behind her and she turns in her seat, waiting for the paper to finish printing before handing it to me.

"Here you go sweetheart," She says, smiling widely at me as I slowly take the paper from her hand. I look at the piece of paper, containing my schedule, locker, and combination.

"Thank you," I whisper.

"You are certainly welcome! Have a great first-day honey," She says with a smile, before turning back to her computer.

I glance at my paper to find my locker. 107. I start walking back down the hall watching the numbers go down until I finally find my locker. I walk up to it, seeing people standing close to my locker. I quickly glance at my combination on the paper and put it into my locker. I take a quick glance at the people next to me to see them taking quick glances at me while laughing lightly and whispering to each other. I feel my cheeks heat up and embarrassment flood my veins. I open my locker door to sort of hide behind it.

I don't even know why I'm at my locker, I don't have any books to put it in. All I have is a notebook, pencils, and my sketchbook. I sigh before closing my locker and start walking in the opposite direction of the people next to my locker.

"Hey!" I hear someone yell from behind me. I turn around and lift my gaze to see a girl walking my way. I turn back around and continue my walk, knowing she probably isn't talking to me.

I hear quick footsteps and feel a quick tap on my shoulder, causing me to almost jump out of my skin.

"Hey, sorry, didn't mean to scare you but hi! I'm Clara Wells. It's nice to meet you..." She trials off waiting for my name.

"Emilia," I say avoiding her gaze.

"What's your last name? I don't mean to pry, I just know there is another new student too and he's a senior," She blurts out quickly. I stare for a moment before shaking my head.

"Y-Yeah, he's my older brother," I whisper, hoping this conversation ends soon. I don't want my brother to catch me talking to someone. Breaking the rules already? That probably wouldn't look very good.

"That awesome! I can show you to your first class if you would like? Here let me see," She say trying to take my paper. I pull it back with a forced smile.

"It's okay, I can figure it out," I say starting to walk around her again.

"Okay...don't hesitate to ask if you need any help," She says cheerfully and heads down the hall again. I sigh taking a quick look around the hall in search of my brother. I don't see him and relax slightly, glad he didn't just see the little conversation.

I start looking for my first class, which is trigonometry. I internally groan. Math first thing in the morning? The first bell rings and I start to search but get stuck in the 'traffic' as all students start heading to their class. I'm pretty short compared to everyone, being 5'5" doesn't help either. I can't see the room numbers and by the time the halls clear the late bell soon rings. I frantically search for my class, not wanting to be late but seems like I will be today.

I finally find my class and slowly push the door open and see the teacher up front sitting at his desk. My gaze shifts to the people in the room as they all stare at me. I shift uncomfortably and look at the teacher.

"Ah, you must be our new student, Emilia Stone. Welcome to Trig. Class. I'm Mr. Carter. It's nice to finally meet you," he greets with a kind smile on his face. I nod my head forcing a smile on my lips.

"H-Hello," I nervously stutter, trying to control my nerves.

"Take a seat anywhere that's available," He says as he grabs a stack of papers from his desk.

I take a seat in the back, thank goodness because I hate sitting in the front. I always feel like people are burning holes in the back of my head. As I sit in my chair he passes out the papers and I glance at the worksheet. Seems easy enough?

I may extremely dislike math, but I would consider myself semi-good at it. I'm pretty great when it comes to academics. I have never gotten below an A in any class and hope to keep it that way. If I get scholarship money, I can finally leave and go to college to become a nurse. I've always liked the thought of helping others, even though I would rather go to school for graphic design, but I need to be practical.

I've also have had plenty of practice on myself.

Terrible, I know but it's true.

I finished my work before anyone else, so I just rest my head on my desk until the bell rings.

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I drop my stuff off in my locker and watch as all the people file into the cafeteria. I slowly follow behind but realize I don't have any money because my father wouldn't give me any. A shallow sigh escapes my lips and I turn to head out the cafeteria. I put my head down and start to walk back out but end up bumping into someone.

"Sorr-"

"Oh, would you look who it is? It's the new girl," Someone says in a patronizing tone. I take a quick glance at her. She has long, bright blonde hair and a snarky expression etched on her face. She has such tight clothes, it looks almost like a second skin. Wish I had confidence and the looks to pull off such tight clothes.

My brother comes from the side wrapping his arm around her waist and starts making out in front of me. I grimace and try walking around them, wanting to get out of the uncomfortable situation. They notice my retreat, pulling away from their locking lips.

"Did I say you could leave yet?" She snaps, causing me to take a step back. This is the last thing I wanted right now. I look around the room noticing all the faces staring at us. I look back at this girl feeling anxiousness wash over me.

"My name is Makenna, I run this school, got it bitch?" She barks with a hard glare sent my way.

"How are you even related to him? You're so...fat and ugly compared to him," she says with a chuckle, as does my brother with a smirk growing on his face. I simply stare at her, not able to speak. She is right after all...

I go to walk around her again but get stopped by two other girls standing beside her. They take a step towards me then push me to the floor causing me to whimper in pain at the impact on my already hurting arm. I look up with scared eyes, wanting to shrink down and have the floor swallow me whole.

"Can't even say anything back? Scared little bitch," she snickers with her friends. What have I done for me to attract this unwanted attention? My brother of course because he just like making my already miserable life even more miserable.

I freeze when I feel cold liquid seep into my hair as it starts streaming down my face. I feel tears brim my eyes but don't let them fall. I hear laughter abrupt from around me as it echoes through the cafeteria and into my head. I feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment and I quickly stumble to my feet running out the door with my head hung low.

I bump into another person and feel my body burst from embarrassment. Not again, please... I beg to myself.

I glance up and freeze as I meet the gaze of a guy in front of me. I stare into bright blue eyes staring back at me. He towers over my small frame, which is kind of intimidating. A confused expression forms on his face before mine flushes a deeper red, knowing I was staring at him. I mentally facepalm and run around him, out the door.

Why can't I be normal?

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