My teacher was a kind lady with orange hair in a bun and a sweet smile, named Miss. Bustier. She welcomed me with a sweet smile, and started to talk with me.
“So glad you could come so soon, Elena. I hope you enjoy your time here,” greeted Miss. Bustier. “We can wait till the other students get here, okay?”
I nodded, and moved to sit near the window. Miss. Bustier went to her desk and started to write something on the board. Slowly, people began to fill in the room, sitting down as i drew by the window. A boy with red hair and blue eyes, a girl with dyed hair and lots of buttons, two girls holding hand- one in pink with big eyes, and the other in blank and purple with orange-red eyes. As they filled in, i noticed that they had seen me- yet they didn't say anything. I had no clue what they thought of me, except for the girl in pink - she smiled at me while her partner just nodded. I continued to sketch in my notebook.
Soon, everyone was here, save for one empty seat next to a girl with glasses and brown hair. Miss Bustier stood up, and opened her mouth, but turned when a girl with blue/black hair and twin-tails showed up, out of breath.
“Sorry Miss Bustier,” she said, moving to her seat hurriedly. “I got gum- stuck, in the park - i mean my hair- and I um- sorry?” she finished and the class laughed.
“It’s fine Marinette, just try not to be late for class as much,” reassured Miss Bustier, smiling gently at her. “Now that you’re all here, we have a new transfer student to introduce!”
She gestured to me, and i stood up, biting my cheek. I knew nothing of these people, and from the reactions of wariness and even two or three glares - I was a little scared.
“This is Elena Nelson, she has just moved here from Italy - why don’t you introduce yourself Elena,” she explained, and I nodded, smiling nervously.
“Um, hello, my name is Elena- as you already know. I’m fifteen, I dye my hair often, and I like doodling birds. I’m excited to be a part of your class,” I said, voice wavering from confidence to unsure - but none the less, the class still clapped.
“Why don’t you sit next to Nathaniel, Elena,” instructed the teacher, and I nodded and walked over to the redhead.
“Elena,” I said as a way of greeting when I sat down. “I like your sketchbook- it's very professional looking,” I complemented.
He smiled, and pointed to my hair. “Nathaniel, I like your hair,” he replied, and we fell into silence as the class continued.
When lunch came about- I was exhausted. So many new people in the school staring at me and whispering, glaring, frowning, although there where some friendly waves and such- I kept getting glares from a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, especially so when I had bumped into this boy with green eyes and light hair. And at lunch, she decided to pick a fight.
I was grabbing my food from the locker areas, looking for a pen of mine that had slipped somewhere in my backpack- when she and the girl with ginger hair appeared. I paid them no mind at first, but when I finished looking and stepped back to shut my locker, it was slammed in front of my face. I turned to the girls, surprised.
“Got your attention now I hope- new girl,” hissed the blonde, smirking. Her friend nodded beside her, hurriedly.
“Nice to meet you too,” I murmured with a raised brow. “Is there an issue… um.”
“Chloé Bourgeois,” said the girl haughty, and i felt hairs stand on the back of my neck. “Any you are what again? Trash?” She and her friend laughed.
I wanted to respond, like i would to bullied at my old school, when a new voice stepped in.
“Lay off her Chloé, what has she ever done to you?,” growled Marinette, the girl who was late to my first class. She stood next to me with her friend by her side, and two boys near her as well.
“I’m just being cautious Marinette! After all, remember the last time we had a transfer?” asked Chloé, looking at me with a penetrating gaze. I stepped back, afraid.
“fF you’re so afraid of that, stop harassing her,” chiding Marinette's friend. “You could get her akumatized for all we know.”
I was curious about the akumatization thing, but Chloé had turned her attention from me and her friend did as well, so I turned and quickly ran away to find a nice quiet alcove to listen to loud music and draw as I ate.
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