I looked like an incoming freshman right now. I was turning in circles trying to find the main office.

I tried to ask someone for directions but they were either giving me weird looks or talking to their friends about their summer.

After minutes of walking around cluelessly I found a red arrow that said main office on it. How come I didn't see that sign? I passed here about three times.

I huffed and walked into the main office. There I was meet with an office full of people speed walking back and forth. It's the first day of school so I'm not surprised.

"Good morning. I'm here for my schedule"

The lady held up her index finger telling me to wait. But, I can't though. I know the bell rings in a few minutes and I don't want to be late. Everyone is going to look at the door and see a girl with different color skin walk in. I draw enough attention to myself.

"Name plea...."

She stopped mid sentence as her eyes scanned my skin. Disgust was written all over her face. Well shit, at least act excited to see me.

"Your name please" not once did her eyes meet mine. Her eyes scanned around the office rather than look at me.

"Nevaeh Johnson"

"Typical black last name" I head her whisper under her breathe. What's that supposed to mean?

"Here you go"

She said as she held out my schedule. Once my hand touched the paper she quickly pulled her hand away.

I hope her ignorant ass know that I can't give her vitiligo by touching her. It's not a contagious disease.

I rolled my eyes and walked out of the office. Maybe if she was human I would've said thank you to her. Since she treated me like a disease I treated her like the plague.

Mintues later of mindlessly walking around the school hallway I finally found my locker. Who put locker seventy five next to locker one? This School just isn't right.

I walked up to my locker and put in my combination. I was putting in my bookbag when I heard whispering behind me.

"Ewwww look at her skin"

"Does she have rabies or something?"

"She'll be gone by tomorrow, watch"

I was expecting the mean girls to approach me but not this early. I've only been here for about twenty minutes.

I dug through my bookbag and took out a piece of gum. I popped it in my mouth and took a deep breathe. It's showtime.

"So let me guess" I said as I popped my gum. "You're the mean girls aka the school sluts. You wear the super high heels and the super short skirts and tons of makeup. In your head every guy wants you but, It's just not true is it. You bully girls like me, the different ones. And I'm smelling daddy's girls and also some really cheap perfume" I said as I covered my nose.

All three of them scoffed and crossed their arms. I wonder how long did it take for them to practice that.

"That's not even accurate you freak"

"Am I right or am I right?"

I asked the nearest person. He shouted hell yes earning a glare from the three.

"You don't even know me bitch"

"You don't know me either yet you consider me a freak"

"I know a freak when I see one you dalmation"

"You look in the mirror everyday so I guess that makes you a freak expert huh"

"What's wrong with your skin anyways? You look like a mutant"

"What's wrong with your face anyways? Do you naturally have whiskers or did you forget to take care of them?"

She scoffed and ran her fingers on her mustache area. When she felt hair she rolled her eyes at me.

"Do you not know who I am? I'm Emily Rodriquez, queen bee of this school. I could run your life with a snap of my fingers. My father has ties you maid"

"You must not know who I am. I'm Nevaeh that bitch Johnson. What is your father gonna do? Catch a case cause his daughter can't handle her own damn self"

"My father the maker of Doritos will come after you"

"Well my father the inventor of whop that ass will be proud of me for what I'm about to do"

I said as I took a few steps towards her. Every step I took she stepped backwards. Once she was a safe distance away from me she ran as far as her 8 inch heels could take her.

"It was about time someone other than me put her in her place"

I turned around and was met with a smiling girl. Her blue eyes was the second thing I noticed, first was her crimson red hair. She looks nice but she also looks like she can beat some ass.

"Hi, I'm Nova Ryan. Welcome to High school high Nevaeh"

"Hi Nova, it's nice to meet you"

"That was super badass. It seems like only you and I could handle her. Everyone else is too scared of her Doritos father"

"What's up with that anyways. Is her father really the maker of Doritos?"

"No, he works as a butler for my family. She just goes around saying that so she can sound important. She  knows he's a butler but she doesn't  that he works for my family though. He begged me not to tell her"

So she called me a maid yet her father is a butler. What a hypocrite.

"I like your skin by the way. It's very unique. I don't get why Emily has shit to say about it"

"Girl if you ain't got no haters then you not popping"

"True. Can I see your schedule?"

I handed her my schedule and she examined it with wide eyes. She squealed as her eyes completely scanned the paper.

"We have seven out of eight classes together. You have p.e while I have art though. We have 1st period together"

"That's great. You wanna head to class?"

"Sure" She said as she linked our arms together. To say I was surprised is an understatement. I'm not used to people touching me. They think I might give them vitiligo.

"We're going to be one bad ass pair"

"Yes we are" I said with a smile.

This is the first time I have a friend. I couldn't be more happier.