I had no friends in this new place compared to the huge friend group I had back home. I’d probably only stay in contact with Willow and Raven though, everyone else dropped me when my dad lost his money. I stepped onto the bus, and immediately heard kids screaming and the SMELL ugh! I usually went to a huge private school in my fancy limo which makes me sound spoiled but that’s how I grew up.
I silently walked down the aisle of the bus to an open seat. I sat on the outside so no one would think to sit next to me. After sitting down I smoothed down my green plaid skirt and straightened out my white cardigan. I always thought Blair Waldorf and Cher Horowitz clothing styles were cool so I take after them. I even look like Blair.
I picked up a couple random books from the bottom of the backpack I hadn’t used since seventh grade. At least it was simple and cute, leather and black instead of having barbies on the front or something. The Giver and The Outsiders. I vaguely remembered both of the books and how I had to read them for school in seventh grade. They were probably below my reading level now, but I chose to read The Giver because I remembered it the least until I could find another book.
I didn't even notice the bus ride was over because I was so into the book, but as soon as I did I looked around to see what everyone else was doing. They all got up and fought for who got to get off first, except for two girls across from me I hadn’t even noticed. Everyone left the bus for the three of us and so I stood up, but the girl with the blonde hair had the same thought. “Oh sorry!” I apologize.
Blondie smiled, “No no! You go ahead!” I didn’t know what else to do but do what she offered, even though looking back I probably should’ve been more polite. Both girls had a simpler style than mine, which maybe that’s what you’re supposed to wear to public school, but I liked it. I got off the bus and before getting too far away blondie yelled to me.
I like your outfit by the way!” she called, “I’m Stella.” I smiled and turned around, thanking her and telling her my name was Peyton. I kept walking because I didn’t want to be awkward. I looked back questioning if I should've kept talking to her but she had walked away and was talking to some guy.
The boy put his arm around Stella and I looked away because it wasn’t my business. Stella had this flowy blonde hair that got frizzy in the wind and I knew it was from a curling iron. She had big brown eyes kind of like mine except hers always looked happy and intrigued.
The boy was one of the cutest I’ve ever seen. His teeth were white and straight and his light brunette hair covered his forehead perfectly. I never really had like a good boyfriend, just a couple flings. I kept walking while staring into space and realized I accidentally knocked into someone.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed. A girl with dark black hair, pale skin and naturally red lips rolled her eyes. “I think your thousand layers of lip gloss stained my shirt!” she complained. I looked at her cream colored sweater, and there was no spot in sight. She resembled Snow White. I knew for sure she didn’t act like her, though.
“Ooh your one of those cannon mean girls,” I responded, “Well guess what I used to be one, I ran my own group with minions and everything, got mad when people came within 2 feet of me. Yeah the whole thing. Back off!” A smirk escaped my lips because everything I said was true.
I’m not proud of my New York self but I had so much freedom and money which makes you conceited. It doesn’t help that my parents almost never paid any attention to me, leaving me to become an insecure freak who partied all the time and let any guy buy her a drink (and yes I’m 16, but it’s a family bar and I got what I wanted) because she thought it was love. I let my so-called friends do my dirty work when I didn’t like someone and needed to feel better than them, but I don’t want to be her anymore.
My life changed in the last few weeks and I want to do the same. “This is a CASHMERE sweater Blair Waldorf, I don’t want anyone ruining it,” Snow White retorted. I smiled, “My name's Peyton and I own 6 cashmere sweaters many of which have fuzz and tiny spots any normal person would just clean up and move on from.”
The girl looked at my feet and back up at me, defeated. I walked straight away from her. “Well I’m Amber and everyone knows that!” she says before I ignore it again and walk into the school. Interesting start to my first day.