"A peaceful heart leads to a healthy body; jealousy is like cancer in the bones." Proverbs 14:30

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Of course, that weird feeling had to come back, and even stronger than ever to add on top of all that. Oh, for the love of joy . . .

I shook my head, telling myself that there was nothing wrong; and as I did that, I turned slightly and faced the car and Ms. Mallory. "Bye, Ms. Mallory. Thank you for dropping me off to school."

"You're welcome," she grumped. "I'll pick you up as soon as I can after school, but you must be ready," she grouched. "And don't you dare get in trouble, either. Am I understood?" as she reminded me with a glare, again.

"Yes, ma'am," I mumbled. Fiddle sticks, why did it seem to me that she was always, grouchy? Sometimes, I wanted to call her sourpuss as inappropriate as that was . . . it suited her, though.

Why did I have these strange feeling? And why was I in this mood? I was rarely like this, my moods were always serious and calm with as little feeling as possible. Today was just the first day of high-school and me being in 11th grade. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

Right?

Stop being suspicious, Luxilla, I scolded myself. Again, I shook my head, but that didn't shake off that strange feeling of anxiousness and fear and that I was being watched.

I looked around, looking at the school. It was a decent one, I suppose. But then, I haven't met the people in it and I haven't been inside yet, either. Bleh.

As I looked around and at the school, I looked at the people around me too. And as I looked at them, my eyes were drawn to a group of girls. They were all wearing what I guess was the latest fashion - the latest fashions were okay, but I never payed attention to the fashion since I always wore what I wanted.

All of the girls were wearing makeup. Not too much makeup, which was good unless they wanted to look like clowns. Thank goodness, they didn't look like clowns now. All of the girls were giggling and staring at someone or at a group of people. I followed their stares; naturally, it had to be a group of teenage boys who looked to be in 11th or 12th grade. Of course, I sighed to myself.

"Oh please, don't tell me you're like those girls over there, who are obsessed with boys!" a laughing voice broke into my thoughts. I blinked my eyes and turned toward the voice, observing the person who spoke to me.

A girl with red hair and who had pale blueish-grey eyes stood in front of me with a teasing grin on her face and with her head tilted to the group of girls I had been observing a few minutes ago. As I looked at her, my eyes and her eyes met each other. Her eyes were filled with laughter as she asked me with fake horror, "Are you?"

My lips twitched, wanting to smile. I hadn't smiled in such a long time. Of course, my mouth tried to smile even though I was fighting it as I replied back to the girl and raised my eyebrow, slightly. "Me? Of course, not. I'm not Juliet," in a serious voice as I slightly rolled my eyes. 

Her eyes seemed to get a little darker as more laughter filled her eyes. "You don't look a like a Juliet to me, if that's alright of me to say," she teased me, a little. "My name's Elizabeth, but people call me Beth. How are you?" she introduced herself and smiled, holding out her hand.

"I'm okay," laughing softly as I shook her hand. "And it's nice to meet you, Beth. My name's Luxilla. Luxilla Parrilla." I smiled back at her, or more like tried to smile.

"As I too," Elizabeth laughed. "You're new here, aren't you?" she asked me, tilting her head again as she stared at me. "Cause I am too," she admitted with a grin.

I laughed again. "Yes, I am. And that's good to know, that I'm not alone in this school." I found it surprising that I was laughing; it was rare that I laughed. I was always known as the girl who almost never laughs.

"No-one's ever alone," she smiled at me. "The girls that you were staring at a few minutes ago are what you call the "popular group" in school, I found out. They also like to meet new people and make them feel comfortable, which is most of the time a bad thing," she cleared her throat. "If you understand what I'm saying." I nodded my head, showing that I knew what she meant.

"Their leader of the group seems to be the girl with light brown hair with a little bit of black streaks in it and with black eyes."

"She's not the most friendly person, mind you," Beth coughed. "From what I've seen, but I could be wrong. Most likely, she would give you more trouble and drama than peace and happiness," she warned me." Again, I nodded, thanking her with my eyes for warning me.

"Heads up!" a boy shouted. I turned around quickly and saw a ball heading Beth's way. I jumped in front of her and caught it. Everyone's faces had shock, though I had no idea why. I looked around for the boy who had warned us and I saw him.

He had dark, curly hair, and he had this lopsided grin that seemed to be mischievous and an energy around him. To me anyways, it seemed like he had this certain energy. Besides his smile and energy and curly hair standing out, he also had a nose ring that stood out too. I raised my eyebrow at him and I said to him as I threw the ball to him, "Think fast."

His face went to shock to surprise to mischief and laughter as he caught it. I smiled a little, whether from amusement because of his face changing so fast or from seeing the laughter and happiness in his face as I thought. How can his face to change so fast, I mused.