![]() I hadn’t gone to too much effort to make myself up today. I had put on a tiny bit of mascara to make my blue eyes stand out, and some clear lip gloss. ![]() I looked okay my long chocolate brown hair had been pulled into a loose bun. Gulping, I reached up and tilted my rear-view mirror, looking into it at myself, trying to settle my fluttery stomach. ![]() I stopped in the first available space and glanced around nervously, seeing people sitting around on the hood of their cars, laughing and flirting, making the most of the sunshine before they had to go into the school. I sighed deeply, already knowing that he wouldn’t give in because I’d been working on him for the last three months to no avail, so I reluctantly turned the wheel and pulled into the parking lot. As I approached the gates I contemplated driving straight past, heading home and begging my stepdad to just let me go back to my old school. I huffed and scowled out of my windshield, seeing the entrance to my new nightmare. People would already have their own friends and groups, and I was going to be left out and lonely for the next two years. Junior year was probably the worst time to start a new school too. ![]() I can’t believe I have to go to this stupid school! I only got back from my months’ vacation last night, and the following day I have to start a new school? This really sucks! ![]()
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