Party

I woke up at 6:50, even though Aunt Cassie said I should wake up at 7:00. I woke up early so I would have time to take a shower. "This is my new life," I thought to myself. "Don't mess it up." I jumped out of bed and got in the shower. After 10 minutest I put a robe on and went downstairs for breakfast.
   "Good morning!" Aunt Cassie said as she put down a plate of pancakes on the table.
   "Good morning to you too! Thank you for breakfast, back in Nevada, I was the one usually making breakfast," I said.
   "Well, it's your first day of school, I thought you deserved a little treat." Aunt Cassie said.
I ate my pancakes and went upstairs to get changed. I put on a light blue skirt, a pale pink short-sleeved shirt and some black flats. I grabbed my backpack that was leaning against my bed and I ran downstairs.
"Ready?" Aunt Cassie asked.
"Yup, I think so!" I replied.
"Let's go! I'm so excited for you."
I laughed at how my aunt was more excited than I was. We both got in the car and about 5 minutes later, we were in front of the school. She handed me my schedule that came in the mail and I looked at it. I was excited and nervous at the same time.
"Good luck, sweetie. Have a great time at school," Aunt Cassie called after me as I got out of the car.
"I'm going to need as much luck as I can get," I whispered. I saw my aunt's car drive away, and I was standing in front of the huge school with a bunch of strangers. "Get ready West Point School, cause I'm coming," I thought to myself. I walked inside and I was in complete awe, the inside was so big and there were so many students. I caught a few of them looking at me weirdly, but I tried to ignore it. "Okay, let's see. I have art first period with Mrs.Sorola." I thought. "That class is in room 345 and it should be upstairs."
I went upstairs and I walked down a long hallway and I finally got to the art room. I walked up to Mrs.Sorola's desk and said,"Hi, I'm new. My name is Nicole Sparse, where should I sit?"
"Oh right! I was told I would be getting a new student. You can sit right over there," she pointed to an empty seat and I nodded. "Welcome to West Point School, we are so glad to have you here."
"Thank you," I said and headed over to my seat. The bell rang for class to start. Mrs.Sorola said that we wouldn't be starting a new project until next week so we could talk for the rest of the period. I was sitting at a table by myself and I didn't know what to do. Everyone was talking to each other, except for me.
"Hey!" A voice said from behind me. I turned around to see three girls standing in front of me. "I noticed you're new and I would like to introduce myself." The blonde girl said. " I'm Jessica. This is Stacy," she pointed to a girl with dirty blonde hair. " and this is Stephanie," Jessica pointed to a girl with bright red hair.
   "What's your name?" Asked Stacy.
   "I'm Nicole! And I just moved here from Nevada."
   "Nevada? Seriously? Ummm alright then," Jessica rolled her eyes and looked disappointed for some reason. "But I love, love, love your hair. It's the perfect shade of brown. It's also not pin straight or super curly, it's just right." The three girls walked behind me and started to play with my hair.
   "Thanks!" I replied. "No one has really said that about my hair before."
   "Well, I guess I could keep some of it, if that's okay with you."
I turned around confused and I saw my hair in one of Jessica's hands and a pair of scissors in the other. "Oops," she said with a smile and she started to laugh.
   "Why did-," is all I could get out before a boy ran over to the girls and I.
   "Jessica! What the heck did you do?! Why would you do something so evil?" The mystery boy practically yelled to Jessica, Stacy and Stephanie.
  "Well, I was just trying to cut a piece of paper, I guess I just missed. But that's alright, right Nicole?" She said with a stupid, fake smile on
her face.
"I-I," my eyes started to tear up, of course I was being bullied, typical new girl. I got up and walked over to Mrs.Sorola. "May I use the bathroom?" I asked.
"Of course. Is everything alright?" She asked. Of course she noticed that I was about to cry.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I walked out into the empty hallway and started to cry.
"Wait!" I heard someone call after me. "Look what you did," that same person said with disappointment in his voice.
"Look at her, running out of the classroom like a baby," Stephanie said, followed by a bunch of laughs. That's the last thing I heard as I walked farther and farther away from the class.
"Hey! Wait up," a voice said from behind me. I turned around and I noticed it was the same boy who stuck up for me.
"Why me? Ugh this has been so hard and-" I started to cry even more, I just couldn't handle this.
"No, don't cry. Look at me," he said. I stopped and turned to face him. "You're way better than those girls. Don't let them get to you. I know that they cut off your hair, and that's hard not to think about, but in the future don't let them see that they get to you."
"Thanks," I said starting to wipe away my tears. "You're the only person that has been nice to me and has shown respect for me. So, thank you. My name is Nicole."
"Nice to meet you Nicole, I'm Dylan." He said.
I smiled. Maybe this school year won't be too bad afterall.
"Let me see your schedule to see if we have any classes together." Dylan said. I handed him my schedule I heard him whisper,"yes!" And a smile spreads across his face. "We have art, science, gym, lunch, and study hall together!"
"So I'll see you most of the day?" I asked
"Yup! We will see each other 5 periods out of 8. Since we have lunch together, do you want to sit at my table today?" Dylan asked.
"Of course! Thanks so much for asking," I started to blush and looked at the floor, I've never had a guy ask me to sit with him at lunch. Jackson didn't even ask because we had different lunch periods. I looked up and I noticed he was blushing as well. We both started to laugh, I don't know why, but we did.
"We should probably get back to class," Dylan said.
"Oh shoot! We should, it's been 10 minutes!" I said nervously.
"It's ok, Mrs.Sorola is really old, she probably forgot we even left." We laughed again and we walked back to class with smiles on our faces.
"Hi!" Mrs.Sorola said. "Where are your late passes?" She asked.
"Umm, we went to the bathroom," Dylan said trying hard not to laugh.
"Oh right! Please have a seat," we looked at each other and smiled.