The dark haired teenager glanced awkwardly at the checked linoleum as she felt all of the eyes in the class focused on her. She hated this, the moving. Being the center of rumors and gossip for a few weeks before the student body conveniently forget you ever existed. Even after all of these transfers, she would never stop resenting the knowing sideways glances of the bleach blonde queen bees the moment she walked into class. {{idk what I'm doing. New student Sheryl I guess. I hope it's okay.}}
((it’s perfect. and I’m a butt for not having answered until now.
PS someone remind me to de-activate all my non-active blogs please???? They’re just taking up space in the tumblr sphere and I really need to get rid of them))
John wasn’t sure how he’d gotten onto the “buddy list”.
Weren’t they too old for this crap anyways? To get assigned to a stranger to show them around and explain school policy that never made anymore sense in the next place than it had in the one before it even though everyone pretended it was just soooooo more logical than all the others had been.
Well, however he’d found himself on this mission, weather his mates had signed him up as a joke, or Harry had done it as revenge, or more than likely some teacher had decided it was a better use of John’s energies than detention, he now found himself sitting next to the only open seats in class and wearing a very conspicuous “WELCOME” vest in the ever so stylish fluorescent green.
"There’s a desk over here." He waved at the new girl and pointed next to him, smiling and trying to look genuine, well aware of the staring. "And a… " oh kill me now "B_____ton Bulldogs welcome just waiting for you."
