The sound of children running and shouting to each other was just another reminder to Amy that she was back at school and had to get through another term.
It was the end of the summer holidays and groups of friends were forming in the playground to tell each other where they had been and what they had done.
The bell was just hearable over the noise and kids soon started cramming into the building.
Amy went into her registration class and sat where she always sat, in the corner beside the window. No one sat beside her not even the other rejects who themselves sat with each other.
Amy watched as the other kids chatted away and pulled presents out of there bags for there friends. Amy secretly wished that she had a friend to buy a present for but she didnt let it show.
The class was soon silenced and calmed by the teacher who then took the register. When he was finished he then stood up to talk.
Welcome back kids, I hope you all enjoyed your holidays and Im sure your all over the moon to be getting back to school for another term of hard work! he said. Most of the kids groaned. Anyway I would let you get back to chatting but I have an announcement to make, we have a new pupil joining our class today. His name is Dylan and he has moved all the way from New Zealand, so hell need to see a lot of friendly faces which Im sure I can rely on you to give him.
The kids then got excited and started talking about what this new boy might be like to, but after only a few minutes they were once again interrupted this time by the vice-principal who was escorting the new pupil Dylan. The class went silent and stared at the new comer as if he was some new discovered animal. A few of the girls giggled and wolf whistled.
Amy took interest and craned her head over the other kids in front of her to see a tall, dark haired boy standing looking rather out of place. No wonder the other girls were whistling though Amy, but felt her pale skin blushing and sat down quickly, embarrassed.
For the rest of registration Amy had sat in silence by herself staring out of the window but listening to the other kids asking Dylan all sorts of questions about where he was from and his family and what he was into.
Registration was soon over and Amy and her class started making their way to their next class. Amy stood up in time to see Dylan staring back at her through the crowd of pupils. He smiled but Amy didnt return it and looked away.
As she passed him she heard him ask one of the pupils in there class who she was.
Oh thats Amy she had replied she doesnt speak to anyone; shes a bit of a freak!
Amys fists always clenched when she heard that word and she pushed her way through the pupils.
Amys next class was English, which she was good at when she put in the effort.
The class went as it had always done, the teacher sat at his desk reading a newspaper and ever so often telling the class to settle down but no one ever listened and he didnt really care.
The pupils would throw notes and paper planes and just joke around, except for Amy who would sit on her own doodling in her jotter which was covered in works of art. All Amys jotters were like this.
The English room door suddenly opened and the vice-principal walked in, Dylan at his side.
The English teacher tried to smarten up and told the class to be quiet. When the class saw the vice-principal they were silence in a flash.
The principal looked round the class room and Amy tried to quickly hide the drawings in her book which she had been punished about many times before and last time was her last warning. It was too late.
Amy stand outside! the principal shouted. Amy stood up and went outside brushing past Dylan who stared at her so deeply that even Amy had to stare back. Their eyes connected for a few short seconds that felt like minutes for Amy, as her heart missed a beat and an unusual feeling fell apoun her.
The door slammed behind her. Instead of standing outside she went to the girls toilets.
When she got there she splashed her face with cold water and stared at herself in the mirror to see the same face.
Amy had black hair and pale skin. She was dressed all in black except for the blue tie peeping out from the darkness. She stared into her eyes hard not blinking. Amy had always had a very individual expression. She never smiled but didnt look grumpy and had the look that she was figuring you out like a puzzle.
Amy sighed and wondered if the constant weight that life seemed to have placed on her shoulders would ever be lifted. A tear trickled from her eye. She wiped it away quickly and slammed her fist down on the mirror.
Dont cry! she whispered to her self dont cry.