‘The new girl’

Wow what a month it was. I barely know where to begin. Let’s start by admitting that it was not as bad as I thought it was going to be. I would’ve preferred to be back at my old school, however, it was okay going to a school that had no boys at it.

My first week was horrendous, though. I was the new girl and I was stared at and asked a hell of a lot of questions. All the girls were sussing me out to see if I had the potential to fit into their gangs, however, I don’t think that I made a very good impression; nobody was rushing to sit next to me in class, or inviting me to join their groups at lunchtime.

I spent every afternoon of my first week at Mary MacKillop College crying and complaining to mum about how much my new school sucked. Poor Mum, if only I had known that she was having a hard time herself fitting into her new work placement. However, in my usual style, when things are bad, I don’t think about anyone else’s feelings but my own.  It wasn’t until Dad told me that me how upset mum was that I realised how totally selfish I was being and how I should’ve been trying to help her, instead of making life hell for all of us. I decided to write off that first week and start fresh with the second week. I got up extra early on the Monday morning and as I was strolling to school, I kept thinking about what my sister had said to me. “You should think yourself lucky Amy. You have some great friends at Urrbrae and now you can make some more. Double the friends equals double the fun.” At the time I wanted to tell her to shut up, but I could see her point and it was time for me to wake up to myself.

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As I walked through the school gates, with wariness overwhelming me, I could see a group of girls looking at me and whispering predictably. I thought that they were probably talking about how I was a total freak and loser, so I took a deep breath and remembered the time when a friend of mine walked up to a group of boys who were staring at her and told them to take a picture because it would last longer. Before I knew it, I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth I just started talking ...

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