• "good luck at your first day of school!" my mom said with so much pride. she didnt really understand how nervous i was. all she had to do was sit at home all day, read magazines and write songs for those korean shows no one in america watches. and me, well, im entering a new school, in the middle of the year, start of the third quarter.
    as i walk to the school office, so many people walk pass me. i think this school is horrible already, just walking pass by everyone. "Hi honey, wats your name?" said the school secretary. i looked around the room, filled bobble head of cats and dogs. "hi. . . uhhh, im Elena Yang?" i said, shyly.
    "oh yes. welcome to Westfield high! your first class will be math. go down the hall, take a left,and go down the stairs. . . its the first door on the right. im sorry i dont have a school map right now, come right after math and ill have one made for you."
    "okay thank you, mrs. . ."
    "mrs. flores" she said, finishing my sentence, "hurry! get to class my dear! i dont want you late!"
    i smiled and ran out the door, rushing down the hall, looking into the tiny window into each room.
    as i entered algebra, all the faces flashed at me. i looked down, my black, straight hair covering my face, as walked straight up to the teacher. i passed him the note that mrs. flores gave me, and waited for his instructions. "find a seat anywhere. there are some open seats in the back." he said in a simple low tone. i turned and faced the class for a minute, looking for a chair, then walked slowly to the back of the room.
    as i sat down, i noticed two girls in front of me, whispering and giggling, glancing back at me from time to time. i glanced behind me, noticing that they were talking about me. an orange haired boy siting on my left side, was blasting his music, it was probably linkin park. the guy who was on my right side, asian, with black, spiked hair and black wrist bands, stared at his notebook. i took out a notebook and started to doodle different faces -- mostly sad ones. i looked around the class again, noticing everyone looking at me with interest and curiosity. i looked at the corner of my eye to see the asian boy was looking at me. i turned my head to face him, and he quickly looked down at his notebook. i kept asking myself, is something wrong with me? i overlooked my outfit, the Kooks t-shirt, which i bought at hot topic, dark blue skinny jeans, and converse. i looked up to the board and noticed how easy the math was, so i decided not to write anything down. i started to doodle again, then felt someone looking at me. i turned the side, and noticed the boy quickly looking down from my glace. i turned back at my notebook, and then he looked at me. "hi, im brandon." he said in a low tone.
    "uh. . . elena."i said, shy once again. he smirked and said, "nice to meet you."
    "yeah. . . thanks" i mumbled. i stared at him for a minute, noticing that in his notebook, were drawings oh anime characters. he looked up to me and said, "so, where did you come from?" sounding so interested.
    "new york."
    "oh thats cool, i never been there."
    "ha. . . trust me, there's nothing to see there." saying confortably, hearing the bell rang, interrupting on our conversation.
    "oh, um. . . where's your next class?"
    "i dont know yet, i have to go to the office to get my schedule."
    "oh okay, come on, i'll take you there." grabbing his dark green backpack. he was tall, about six feet, with deep set, black eyes and a shark tooth necklace. i froze, staring at him once again, was this guy really talking to me? he smirked and said, "umm. . . elena?"
    "oh yeah, sorry." i quickly said, then looked down at my worn out converse.
    he laughed leaded the way to the school office.