Short Story: The New Girl

My first day of the second grade, I knew no one except the teacher and my younger brother. Kindergarten and first grade had been easy enough, but I was scared of the upcoming year. The only thing I knew about being the new kid was that it hadn’t panned out too great for Addie from the American Girl books. Mrs. Henson’s class was fairly quiet throughout the day, for most kids were nervous or tired. We neared the end of the day and I was ecstatic over the fact that hadn’t made a complete fool of myself. I hadn’t met anyone yet, but I thought that that would be a challenge for another day. Unfortunately, that’s not what Mrs. Henson had in mind. She sent us all out to recess with a grin plastered on her face and with me practically kicking

I was starting my first day at a new school. My palms were sweaty, my heart was thumping, and I had butterflies in my stomach. I took a deep breath and walked towards the grey doors. I thought about what the new school would be like; how the teachers were and how the students were. I missed my friends from my old school. I walked through those big grey doors to a whole new place.

The five-minute warning bell goes off. I rush to my first class of my junior year, eager to see my classmates, who I was going to spend the rest of the 9 months with. I find myself stumbling into a classroom plastered with decorations of Denzel Washington with a Dr. Seuss book in his hand, a t and college flags galore. My AP English 11 class suddenly seemed so appealing to me. As a beautiful, curly haired short lady stood in front of me and said “Welcome to AP English 11,” I knew that I had found a treasure so much greater than just a pretty classroom. Little did I know, that short lady was going to inspire me throughout my challenge filled second-to-last year of high school.

The bell signalling the end of second period hadn’t sounded, yet. Or maybe it had.maybe she missed it amidst the screams. She wondered if it was all over, perhaps somewhere in a distant corner of the school, students and teachers rejoiced and hugged each other knowing there was nothing left to fear. No matter how quite it was outside fear still rushed through her body, mentally and physically. She knew she couldn’t get up. Fear had paralysed her. She had fled the library and fled her way through the southern hallway when it began. The hall was infused with kinetic horror. An aimless frenzy of kids and adults bound in a reckless pack of mass confusion, like and ant hill being washed away with a hose. No new knew what to do. They just ran. Lisa couldn’t run. The fear had taken ahold of her and would allow her to move any faster than a sloth in a waking

It was a peaceful and normal first hour. Well, at least for the people in it. Everyone was yelling, and the teacher had just given up on trying to stop them, and now was just browsing for a retirement home in Key West. I looked up at Jordan, who was my best and only friend. Her spiked blond hair was never put down, even in the toughest rain. Her tan legs sat on top of her desk, and her pine green eyes scanned the school newspaper.

Abigail Jay stood in front of the school on the rain drenched steps, rocking on her heels. She was waiting for Jimmy, her uncle to close the shop for ten minutes to come and get. Most of the other students had already left from the campus once the last bell rang, they booked it. Abigail was use to waiting for Jimmy, it wasn’t uncommon for him to be late and if anything she’d be worried if he was on time. Abigail tangled with the pull strings of her hoodie, an excited smile on her face.

The next morning, Ella awoke to sound of people walking around, laughing, and talking. She grabbed the book that she had hidden under her pillow. She got out of bed and into the hallway. People were happily chatting with each other.

The bell rung and with my heart pounding out of my chest, I exhaled and sped to my first class. A million thoughts were running through my mind and I couldn’t have asked for more. A new school and a new start was bound to shake the nerves of my body and the air around me. My brain was spinning and my hands shook as I held onto the door that seemed to hide a different dimension. Oh wait, there was a line to get inside. As I fell in unison with my peers, I thought about this thrilling experience.

The first day at my new school was strange. I didn’t know anyone. I went up the creaky staircase to my classroom. My teacher entered the room. The woman’s name was Mrs.son . She was a strange teacher. She almost looked possessed. Her eyes were huge and dark as blood. Her voice was low and mysterious. She gave us a unexplainable item.

“We were headed outside but before I could get out of the classroom I got shoved into the closet. I...I never got to see the sun…..” She trailed off before bursting into tears. The teacher's eyes immediately filled with sympathy for Margo and a thought crossed her mind; however, she immediately dismissed it for it was completely bizarre. Then the thought of this poor girl who was bullied simply because she remembered something that other students couldn’t.

I clutch the right side of my stomach where the butterflies are relentless. As I step into the school, the stench of chlorine hits me like a brick wall and stings my eyes. My finger tips drag along the cold brick wall occupied by vibrant posters advertising bake sales and dances. The thumping of basketballs on the floor echos throughout the dark halls. At the end of the hallway, a light shines on a smiling blonde lady sitting with her arms crossed at a wooden table. The pressure to be perfect floods my mind.

Finally, the torture is over as she hears the bell ring. She can escape the judgment of those cheerleaders as she speeds to her next class. As she races through the halls, buried beneath her books, she bumps into someone. Her materials scatter across the floor. Her heart races. Her face lights up like a fire. Everyone’s critical of her… or so she

Today is a very special day for the students in River Park Elementary school. It’s the first day of school! Everyone is rushing to their classrooms with their new backpacks and smiles on their face. “Good morning students, everyone please come in and take a seat” Ms. Silvia said, the new 1st grade teacher. In the classroom came various students such as Elisabeth and Hilly. Elisabeth and Hilly were BFFs. Everyone was sitting down talking about the awesome summer they had had, “I went to the park everyday”, “ I got a new puppy!” Suddenly, Elisabeth turned around to the door and said “Who’s that?”. Everyone turned to look at Olivia, a brand new student that had moved into the region a couple weeks ago. She was albino. A condition in which their

On a Spring day in Oak Park, California a 10 year old girl stood at the front of her classroom, almost scared to death. This girl named Abigail was about to go on the roller coaster of emotions called middle school. "Hi. I'm Abigail" she said, her voice shaking. It's not always easy to be the new

Mrs. Rodriguez introduced herself and asked the students to share something about themselves with the class. Why must students be faced with the challenging task of talking in front of others on the first day? Isn’t the first day in a new school challenging enough? Quietly, almost mouse like, one girl said her name was Alana and she was new in town. Suddenly the fear went away. Knowing other students were just as nervous made it easier for Emily to share stories about the days spent at the beach, and the jellyfish swarming around swimmers looking for their next