Middle school went by like a breeze. It was now freshman year, the year of judgemental teenagers, rude staff, and the dreaded cliques. What was worst, at least in Kylee's opinion, her best, and only friend Tara was going to a different school, leaving Kylee to fend for herself in the large high school.

The week before school started, Tara was found counseling Kylee, telling the shy girl that everything would be fine. But that was easy for Tara to say, people were attracted to her like moths to a light. She was smart, out going, funny, and not afraid to speak her mind. Kylee on the other hand was a straight c student, shy, not at all funny, and was afraid to speak her mind.

Opposites attract, you could say.

But now it was the first day of school, the first day of hell. Students rushed around, bumping into eachother, shoving eachother, and in the odd dark corner making out with eachother. Kylee stood in the middle of it all, right in the middle of the hall, staring off at nothing as she was pushed and shoved. She couldn't comprehend it all, it was to much. To much noise, to many people, to many words.

She could hear it all, all the murmurs as people walked by her, glancing at her, the strange girl with big glasses and red dyed hair, a baggy sweatshirt and old jeans, combat boots and a worn out backpack. It was only the first day, what was she supposed to do? Change?

258 words.
This was for a short story contest, by mysterico