ky'

urrently in and began to search for the main office. It took me a few minutes to find it, but I finally did. Who in

front desk with thin glasses on top of her plump nose. She had reddish brown hair and dark brown eyes. She wore a simple pin

lo, dear. Are

ed weakly at her. I ha

rt. I'll get you your papers right awa

elle Jame

typed in my name quickly with her slender fingers. She nodded again an

to her desk. "Here you go sweetheart. Your locker and combination is written on the bottom. It's not t

stood there. I gave her a weak smile and grabbed the paper, skimming through my classes. I wasn't surprised to se

sn't bad seeing as my last school had eight

istry, AP English (junior level), and last but not least, AP Government. With a shrug of my shoulders, I made my way out of the offi

t I never once looked up from the paper in front of me. To be honest, I was just trying my hardest to memorize the class numbers so I wouldn't have to be looking like this ever

disappointed to find that all the back seats were taken and the only one that was available was the one closest to the door in the

ass. He was surrounded by teenagers that were giving me quick glances and were obviously talking about me

g me catch my breath instantly. Feeling the slow blush creeping up my cheeks, I quickly turned away and took m

tanding in front of the class. He wore a long sleeved gray shirt with a red ves

d mornin

head slightly as he stared at one student. Following his line of sight, my eyes settled on my mysterious savior who had a nonchalant

hat's just

around and turned my attention back to the front of the c

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wling in anticipation as I caught the scent of today's meal. It wa

that a teenager would want to have on a Monday morning, but it was better than the mystery meat t

but I didn't want to eat standing up or sitting down in a filthy corner of the lunchroom. To my disappointment, there was not a single empty

ds the entrance of the cafeteria, feeling

king a deep breath as the stress of the day began to settle on me. Get a grip Ro

rch of the only place I have ever felt comfortable in. Thankfully, I had discovered over the years that it was the one pla

I still had in my hand. With a lot of difficulty, I successfully made my way inside and was greeted by curious eyes behind a large desk. Giving the librarian a small smile, I made my way over to one of the la

in wall and to my left were large book shelves that contained who knows how many books. I smiled to myself. I knew

ook shelves. Crossing my legs beneath me, I balanced the tray and began to devour my

school seemed to put me on edge and I couldn't help but notice the small voice in the back of my mind that kept telling me that something was up in this school. Something was, not necessarily wrong, but

starting to be wilder than before. I really needed to get a grip before I completely lost it. But what