My shool looks...interesting. More like a Juvenal detention center than anything. Or at least a torture department. The grass upon the school grounds is dead. The air feels polluted and thick. And...there's...SO...MANY...PEOPLE. I can already feel the social anxiety kicking in. So many people...staring. Everybody seems to be trying to get a glimpse at the new girl. They stop their "how was your summer?" conversations to do so. NO-NO I think and stalk off quickly. The office, I think frantically. And brake into a run searching for it.
"Here's your schedule, miss Thorn." Croaks the principal.
Without a word I take it and run out quickly.

As soon as I step into the classroom I freeze. My eyes circle the room, mentally counting the faces. Then I slowly turn around. Breathing then becomes REALLY hard to do.
"Take a seat...?" Says the teacher.
"Ivy Thorn." I say, my voice barely a whisper.
"what's that?" My teacher repeats.
"Ivy...Thorn..." I stutter unable to speak clearly.
"well, Ivy, I'm mrs. Nemeth. Please take a seat."
"uh-of...course." I whisper and look straight at the blackboard as I take large slow steps across the room.
"sorry I'm late." Says a voice. I whirl to see a boy my age with pretty hazel eyes.
"Gerard, you can take a seat next to Ivy."

Notes

There's more...mwahahahahaha