For the love I bear you..

It's still morning

So right about now i am heading to first period, i made sure to have my schedule before my first day of school to avoid the awkward "We have a new student class..." speech. The school is more modern than my old one and now that i look a little closer, cleaner too. The weather here is a bit chillier than i am used to but i love it, now i can dress more comfortably. There is a cold front on the way and i remembered to dress accordingly, a better choice than some of the locals i see. A few of who i guess to be the 'popular' girls are trying to hide their shivering. I pass a group with barely there shorts to show of their legs and crop tops that look flimsy enough to blow away with the first breeze.

Heh, probably trying to impress some guys with their weather resistance training or something. When i enter the class most of the seats are full. Luckily everyone is preoccupied so i can slip in unnoticed. I pick a seat in the second row, yes I'm a nerd and i love it. We women have to study if we want to have a successful career. No hate to the boys, it's just good planning to go out into the world prepared. The first bell rings and while all the stragglers try to find a seat i take my chance to glance over the class room. It has large windows on the left hand side letting in the fresh air. The ceilings were slightly vaulted which was strange for a high school. The rest of the walls are a relaxing misty blue that contrasted nicely with the large black board in the front. With that the teacher made an entrance and the roaring noise of my fellow students muted to a dull whisper

Everything was going according to plan. I blended enough that i went mostly unnoticed, i saw one or two frowns that showed that they didn't recognize me, but as with all teenagers they were more occupied with their own lives on the first day of a new school year to bother with me for the moment. It's time for lunch and not a minute to soon as my tummy was throwing a fit

I had packed lunch and was contemplating going outside when i spotted a table with a single occupant. Hmm it has potential. I skirt my way along the outskirts of the cafeteria like a ninja. Be like a chameleon i say to myself. Oh s**t, bad analogy because my picture brain starts showing a chameleon with a ninja outfit on and mission impossible sounding in the background. I struggle to not lose my composure at that image and finally reached the table with the solitary occupant having missed a flying missile (actually a football) by few inches. Dam jocks.