You know what the worst thing is about being the new girl?

Fucking everything.

I mean sure it's nice to meet new people but it gets old after awhile. I've been the new girl a total of 3 times this school year.

My dad goes wherever his job takes him and he takes me and my mom with him. His job happens to take us the Stowe, Vermont. A little town in the middle of fucking nowhere.

Sure it's exciting and all to move somewhere you've never been before but it wears off when it's the 10th place you've moved into since middle school.

"You must me Catriona Sokolov." A girl about my age pops up in front of me. Where the fuck did she come from? She smiles at me, her teeth shining brightly.

She had her strawberry blond hair tied in a pony tail and her face is dotted with freckles. "Yep, that's me."

"It's so nice to see a new face around here!" She seems a little too excited to be talking to me. "I'm the student body president and I'll be showing you around today." Fucking great.

The principal just got done giving me a speech about how honored he feels to have me part of this school. Gag me. Every principal says the same fucking thing.

I remember the sheet he gave me about where all my classes are and I take it out of my back pocket. History with Mr. Winer. I bite my lip to hold back a laugh.

Then I remember the preppy girl in front of me. "Hey, do you know where Mr. Winer's classroom is?" Her face lights up, excited that I asked her a question.

"Yes, I do." She glances down at her watch. "In fact I will escort you."

Looking at the clock hanging on the wall, I notice that the bell will ring in exactly 10 minutes. I need to be seated in history class by that time.

"My name is Louisa by the way." She smiles, leading me out the the dreary administrators office. This is one of the smallest schools I've been to. Holding only about 700 high school students.

Kids hang out in the hallways and chat glancing up as I walk by. I try to push away the feeling of throwing up. It doesn't matter how many times you become the new girl, you always get the feeling you're going to puke on everything and everyone your first day.

My parents still refuse to homeschool me. It's the middle of my senior year and they think I should stick it out till the end. Fuck that logic.

I'm so focused on not humiliating myself that I didn't even notice that Louisa was talking to me. She looks at me expectantly. "I'm sorry, what?" I ask, stupidly.

She tilts her head back and laughs. "I asked you where you lived before coming to Vermont."

"Florida." I say. And before that Kentucky. The list goes on.

"I always wanted to visit Florida." She replies.

"It's fucking humid there." Her smiles wavers when she hears me curse. So she doesn't like cursing. Interesting.

Louisa seems relieved when we finally reach our destination. "Well, its was a pleasure to meet you, Louisa. Let's hope the rest of the student population is like you and not cunt bags."

It looks like she wants to tell me off but she doesn't. Instead she smiles real big. "Let me know if you need anything."

I fold the paper that has the list of my classes on it and place it back into my pocket before entering the classroom.

'.'.'.'.'.'

Half of the day passes by without an incident. This is lucky for me. Almost every other school I attended I seemed to humiliate myself. Either I throw up, fall somehow, or get a surprise visit from Aunt Flo.

The bell rings, signaling lunch and I let the crowd carry me away to the cafeteria. You know what else is the same at every school I attended so far?

The shitty lunch food.

Today it seems like they served mystery meat with a side of soggy peas and lumpy potatoes. I grab a banana from the fruit stand and look around for a seat.

The cafeteria is huge but it's seems like everyone somehow occupies the entire space. If I sit down next to someone I'll expect to talk and I'm not exactly in the talking mood.

So, I walk through the double doors taking me outside.

Nobody seems to be out here except A group of guys at the far end of the lot. Ignoring their stares I head toward the tall oak tree.

I set down my bag and plop down at the base of the trunk.

Vermont is very beautiful. With its multiple colored trees and rolling hills. Crossing my ankles, I sit back and peel my banana.

I'm about to take a bite when I hear a whistle. I look up and notice the group of boys walking toward me. I take a bite anyway.

I watch as they come closer, the five boys having a smirk on their face. I can smell trouble from all the way over here.

"I've never seen your face before." One of them speaks up. They come close enough that I can see how intimidating they look. With their tattoos and leather they look straight out of a mafia movie.

"I wouldn't forget a face like that." The one with blond hair says.

"Do you need something?" I ask, my mouth full of banana. "I'm trying to fucking relax."

They don't seem fazed from me being so blunt. "Feisty." Someone mumbles. "Elias will like her."

I ignore them and continue to eat my fruit. "Hello?" Blonde suddenly is crouched in front of me, waving a hand in front of my face. "Anything going on in there?" He has the audacity to fucking tap a finger against my head.

Popping the last bit of my banana into my mouth and level my stare. In a way he is kind of attractive but the way her is looking at me like I'm just some kind of amusement.

So I slap him with my banana peel.

He flinches and everyone bursts out in laughter. My face heats up and I scramble up off the ground. I grab my bag and march back to the cafeteria. I hear them howling with laughter and I cringe with embarrassment.

I was expecting more damage from hitting him but after all it's just a banana peel.

Once I'm back inside, Louisa spots me and waves me over to her table. I grit my teeth and walk over there. Her friends glance up at me and Louisa makes room for me to sit down.

She introduces me quickly to everyone and I smile tightly, just wanting for lunch period to be over with. "You should invite her to Noah's party tonight." A raven haired girl named Ella says.

Louisa's lip twitches. "I don't think she's really up to-"

"I would love to go." I interrupt. Maybe it's curiosity or I'm just really trying to make life long friends. Not the sarcasm.

'.'.'.'.'

My fingers tap against the wooden arm chair and I clench my jaw when Principal Burns walks in. "I thought we had a discussion about this before, Elias."

He takes a seat across from me and folds his hands. "You are not allowed to be smoking on school grounds." He says. Burns' shinny head glints at me and I smirk.

Out of all the things I do, I get busted for smoking? Must be my lucky day.

"Do I need to give a detention, Elias?" He sighs and rubs his bald head. "You're in my office three times a month. This has got to stop, you're about to graduate."

He goes on and on about what it means to be an adult. It's nice because he never expects a response from me. By the end of the lecture he always ends up pitying me and letting me go.

And of course after his little speech, I'm free to go. Even when I got caught fucking in the janitors closet, I went free without even a detention. But I always got the shitty lectures.

Sometimes I wish he would just suspend me for a couple day or at least give me detention. It would change things up a bit and change my shitty perspective of this dumbass school.

Burns walks me out of his office, probably thinking that he changed my whole perspective of the world. Let's just pretend he did.

Conveniently the bell rings, signaling the end of the day. "Nice talking to you, boss." I salute him and find myself in the main hallway.

People part like the Red Sea and I stand my ground looking for Brandon, scanning the faces. Once face in particular stands out and my eyes instantly take her in.

Her dark hair is loose, shaping her beautiful face. Her bestung lips curve up into a smile when the girl next to her says something. Her face is turned toward the freckly girl next to her and she doesn't even notice she is walking straight towards me.

She's definitely new because I've never seen her around before. I would fucking remember.

I don't move out of the way and she walks right into me. She stumbles little and I reach out to steady her. Emerald green eyes snap up to mine and I feel something stir to life in my pants.

"Get the fuck out of the way, shithead." She snaps. Her words barely register in my head because I'm thinking about her plump limps locked around my-

Yanking out of my arms, she moves along and I swivel around getting a glimpse from behind. And what a fine behind it is.

I bite my lip and groan internally. Then I notice other guys doing the same thing. Instead of their eyes minding their own fucking business they have them latched to her.

A fire springs to life and I march after her through the exit doors of the school.