My alarm blared the voices of One Direction telling me to get up and face the new day. I groaned not wanting to wake up, but their beautiful voices had me wide awake the moment I heard them. I rolled out of bed and hurried to get ready for school. Once already I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My sea-green eyes staring back out of my slim, tan face. I knew I was pretty but I didn't feel like anyone wanted me. I never got asked out even before I moved. It was probably because no one at my school really liked One Direction and I was new. I'd just moved to Astoria, Oregon and I found it to be pretty and it was right on the coast. It reminded me of what the weather was probably like in England, which made me only wish to meet the boys that much more. I grabbed my bag and keys as I rushed out the door. Robert, whom my family affectionately called Robby, was waiting for me by my car. It was a cute green Volkswagen Beetle Turbo that I absolutely adored. My bag was basically empty because today was the first day of my Senior year in high school. I was so close to the boys in age. It probably explained why nobody my age really liked them. It was normally the younger girls that went gaga for them. Plus, I had only attended the high school here for two months before summer started... Hence the no friend situation.
I hopped in my car and I drove off to school. Trying my hardest not to pop in my CD of the boys while on my way because Robby was in the car. We arrived at Astoria High School in record time. My brother not wanting to be seen with me was out of the car before I had even parked. Soon he was greeted by his new jock friends. Something you have to know about Robby. He can be the biggest jerk one moment and then the sweetest person the next. One thing is for sure though that boy is one dang good football player. Lets just say over the summer he tried out with the other guys and he's the new starting Quarterback. Can't say I'm surprised. He's always been good at sports and is super athletic. I have an athletic build as well. I enjoy soccer and this summer I tried out for the girls Varsity team and made it. I don't know if I will get played much though, just because I am the new girl and all. The worst part is I am brilliant at the sport but if I don't get much playing time, bye bye scholarship. I grabbed my bag, turned off my car, and got out. I closed my leather jacket as a chilly breeze picked up. Throwing my bag over my shoulder after shoving my keys inside, I walked up to the school. My naturally curly brown hair billowed around my face getting in my eyes. Frustrated, I kept brushing it out of my eyes and tucking it behind my ears. Hearing the five minute bell ring, I booked it inside and into my first class, French.
Person after person filed in and I found myself wanting to sink further and further into my seat. Hoping maybe I could disappear. Being the new kid in itself was difficult, but being the new kid as a Senior was horror. The reason being is by your Senior year everyone has a set group of friends... Its never easy to join if your brand new. Finally everyone was in and the teacher like usual began to read of the list. I groaned as I knew my name was coming up. "Ellouise Darey," the teacher said.
I groaned as everyone in the room began to giggle and some even giving me snide side looks. I raised my hand, "Um... I prefer Ella."
The teacher, whom I just happened to notice her name was Mrs Flair, smiled kindly. "Ella it is then."
I sunk down in my chair embarrassed even more now that all eyes were on me and I had no where to escape to... Why couldn't I be with the boys right now instead of here? This was torture!
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