Sam P.O.V

It's weird being the new girl. Especially when having to move somewhere far from your original home, so you'd have absolutely no chance whatsoever of knowing a single person there.

I was quite happy to move here - to L.A. The last place I lived just sucked utter balls, and there were probably those damn stereotypical druggies with hoodies on, on every freakin' street corner.

Sure, I missed my friends. I had a life at my old school, and I actually had people to talk to. Now I was by myself, being the only student in the room with what some may class as a "punkish" outfit. But to tell the truth, I couldn't really give two shits.

I already felt people's eyes on me, which just made me feel more anxious as the seconds passed. I was never the popular girl, and I was never the one who craved too much attention. Being that type of person, I know would only cause drama for me which I would like to gladly avoid for as long as I'm here.

I heard the teacher rambling on about something to do with English literature, as I held my chin in my open palm, while spinning a pencil between my fingers with the other.

I know people probably thought I was trying to show off. That I thought I was the hard ass, while everyone else is my peasants. But I'm the exact opposite of that.

I'm just a simple girl, who just wants to get on with her life without any problems. I just want to get through school, getting decent enough grades so I could go onto college and then maybe even university. Perhaps then I wouldn't feel like my step-mom hated me so much, because I would actually go on and do something with my life, like she continuously goes onto me about.

I could almost hear her irritating voice in my head, lecturing me about how I had to try harder. I don't know why she bothered so much, trying to pound this information into me to the point of where I'd lose interest in listening before she had even met her rant half way. She wasn't my real mother, and she was only around because she married my dad. I had a mom. It's not like I needed a second one.

When the bell rang for the next class, I almost jumped out of my seat with pure happiness that English class was over. Because dear god, was it boring to listen to a teacher ramble on about some Shakespearian mumbo-jumbo. If I was even listening, I probably would have felt like my brain was going to leak out of my ears.

Before leaving my desk, I allowed everyone else to go out before me. There was no point in shoving my way through the halls, when many other students were going to be going to their classrooms. I'd prefer to maybe end up late, rather than have every bone broken in my body as if I'd been in a freakin' mosh pit of school students.

The last student left, and I also made my way towards the doorway to exit the classroom. As I stepped out, two female students suddenly took a hold of each of my arms, linking mine with theirs.

"W-What the?!" I cried in surprise, as these two girls (with way too much make up caked onto their faces) beamed back at me, as if they had known me for longer than a three mere seconds of almost giving me a heart attack.

"Hi! I'm Mackenzie!" The brown haired girl spoke. "And this is my friend Isabelle. It's nice to meet you, Sam, was it?"

"U-Uh...?" I stammered, unable to get a sentence out. This couldn't be happening, could it? I mean, I know they say don't judge people by their appearance, but these two girls seemed like your stereotypical cheerleaders that you got in like, every American highschool. Especially with the name Mackenzie...

"Listen, seeing as you're new here, we thought it'd be cool to walk with you to our next class!" Isabelle smiled. All I could do, was give them a fake smile.

"Great..." I croaked, trying to sound enthusiastic, as to not have them getting all up in my face for clearly not being interested.

So, to my dismay, I ended up getting dragged along by these two girls to Science class, talking about nothing but boys and make-up, which just made me want to utterly squirm and throw up in Mackenzie's noticeable, sparkly black handbag, which was dangling around her wrist.

I proceeded to say nothing, as we finally reached the classroom, finding everyone waiting outside the class for the teacher to arrive. Pretty much everyone from my English was there, apart from a few unfamiliar faces that I didn't get to take in, while staring around around the English classroom an hour or so ago.

"Hey guys!" Mackenzie waved, getting a few responses from the crowd of students outside the classroom. "This is Sam, she's new! And she's totally gonna be our new BFF."

Wait, what?

"Cool!" Said one student, who was a boy with spiked up blonde hair and glasses. He was dressed pretty casually, and I had to admit he was kinda cute looking...

But spying out boys, was not my idea for a first day at this school. I would have just liked some peace and quiet, so I could go home that day, tell my mom how much of a good first day it was, and then go up to my room to play video games. That's all I wanted.

"Just FYI, Sam, I'm pretty much friends with everyone in this year. And that can include you." MacKenzie said, getting a nod of agreement from Isabelle. "However, there are a few people who don't fall into that category. Like that girl there, for example." She pointed at a girl in a bright pink T-shirt, who looked a little startled on being called out. "Her name is Taylor. One of the losers of the year. You better stay away from her. She's a freak."

Yep, just as I thought. What a bitch this girl was, telling me who I should and shouldn't hang out with. I was almost ready to throw a really edgy insult at this MacKenzie girl, but as I furrowed my brows and opened my mouth to speak, the teacher came along, interrupting me before I got the chance.

"Alright, students! Inside, please so we can get on with the lesson!"

Damn... Guess I'll just have to find some other time to shoot MacKenzie down. I feel so terrible for that girl, getting called out like that... I hope she'll be okay...