Chapter 1

My whole life I've been in the same school. I was comfortable there, I had friends there and no one really cared enough to cause any drama. My grades were average which satisfied me but my mother always thought ahead. I just finished my first year in high school and my mum's already thinking about which university I might go to. I still have a few years left so I'm not going to strain myself thinking about that yet.

I literally don't know anyone in that school. No friends, no mutual friends, no relatives, nothing. I'm not sure I've even heard of that school until my mum mentioned it last year. Their uniform is horrible, navy blue skirts and a white shirt, might not sound bad but trust me it looks worse than it sounds.

After I got ready I just couldn't take my eyes off the mirror. The uniform itself was displeasing, but now on a petrified student it just encouraged negativity. The ride on the way to school was a blur, I was hardly aware of anything that was going on and looking back at it, it's as if I flew to school. 

"Bye 7abeebte. Deray balich 3ala nafsich," but what I heard wasn't my mum's soft tone, instead it was twisted. I turned to face my mother, she had a smirk on her face, which she usually didn't wear. Something seemed off.

"Bye." 

I was too nervous to be compassionate towards her. I'll apologise to her later at home.

As soon as I left the car, everyone was staring at me with confused expressions. What's wrong with them? Had they never seen a new student before? Then all of a sudden, the atmosphere changed. It's like everyone realised what they were supposed to do there then started laughing. Cruel cold laughter was the only sound that could be heard within a mile. This didn't help with my nerves. Grey clouds appeared in the sky out of no where, masking the sunshine that was previously there. That's when the pointing started and shoes started dropping from the sky. This made no sense, raining shoes? How is that even possible? But they didn't seem to be hitting anyone. People then decided to throw things at me. What in the world has gotten into these people? Mostly the objects they threw missed me but then someone threw this fury handbag at me and hit me in the face. I tried pulling it off but it wouldn't come off! What is this place? 

I opened my eyes to find my cat, Muffy, resting on the lower half of my face. I tried shouting at him to get off, but my words came out as muffled. Now I know what you're all wondering, Muffy, really? Really Sarah? Why would you call your cat that? Well I got him when I was 5 as my birthday present, and his fur was extremely long and needed to be cut but he looked fluffy to me and my favourite thing back then were muffins, so I wanted a combination of both to name my favourite kind of animal. Thank god that was only a dream; strange, like all dreams were. Well I guess it's time then. Time to get ready for the first day at my new school.