The freak with the wierd accent.

I was stood by my car. It was my first day and I was scared like hell. I hadn't spoken to anyone yet and was really scared to say one word. I would be known as the freak with the wierd accent.I just watched as everyone walked around, talking like any normal high school. I saw this kid who definetly looked gay being thrown in the dumpster. I looked away quickly. I then saw this girl getting slushed in the face. I looked away from that and I watched the cheerleading squad in their practice.

Well, now I officially felt a part of glee club. My very first Slushie. Azimio and the football team walked off, laughing with each other, giving each other high fives. I just stood against the wall, shivering, wiping the slushie from my eyes.

When the bell went my heart stuttered. I took a deep breath, tore my eyes from the cheerleaders and made my way across the lot. I didn't know I took the route that took me right near the girl who got 'slushied'. Before I knew what I was doing I said, "are you okay?" my thick british accent showing through.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." I answered, not looking up. I tried getting the frozen blue slushie out of my hair but it was impossible without a mirror. And I didn't have time to go to the bathroom because the bell had already gone. I sighed. I really didn't care. Eventually, I looked up, through squinted eyes because the slushie was dripping into my eyes from my hair.
"Hey, I'm Becca." I smiled. "And I don't normally wear frozen drinks to school. Today is an occasion," I joked.

I laughed. "I'm new. My names not new! It's Ella. Its nice to meet you." I said.

I laughed too, wiping some more slushie out of my eyes. "Ditto," I smiled. I was still shivering. "Sorry, but I really need to go get cleaned up and get to class." I laughed. "What do you have first?" I asked, maybe she'd be in my first class?

"erm.. English" I said, remembering my schedule and locker number.

"Me too!" I smiled. "Do you know your way to your locker?" I asked, eying her bag.

"Oh.. um.. this jock called... Puck- I think told me where it was" I said, remembering the scene in my head.

I laughed. "Yeah.. maybe you should avoid Noah. He's kindof a man-whore from what I've heard." I smiled. "He's probably trying to get into your pants."

"Ew.. Grose!" I said. shaking my head and turning to face the entrance. "We should really get going.. I don't want to be late for my first class. Plus you need to get the rest of that slush off." I said.

I laughed. "Yeah. Although I don't think it's gonna come off my clothes." I said, starting to walk.

"Oh it will" I said, walking through the entrance in the direction of my class.

"Did Noah tell you where English was, too?" I smiled, tugging at pieces of slushie in my hair.

"Um.. yes. He said it was over there" I said pointing to the classroom door labelled the right thing.

"Wow, he really was helpful!" I said, surprised. I laughed. "I'll..uh.. be in in a while."

"Okay, see you soon!" I called and headed into lessons. Im glad she didn't say anything about my accent. I walked into class, handed my slip in and took the seat my teacher had told me to take.

I smiled and carried on down the hall toward the bathroom. I went in and plucked the remains of blue slushie out of my hair.

I waited and waited for Becca to come. When she called the register and I said here; everyone looked at me because pf my accent. "Class!" The teacher said clapping her hands and carrying on.

I was right; My clothes were tie-dyed blue for now. Maybe it would come out in the wash, but I didn't have a washer on tap. I picked up my bag again and headed to the door.
When I got into class, I hesitated after seeing all eyes on me. I ducked my head and headed to my seat next to Noah. I was still a little cold, but not as much as before.
"What happened to you?" Noah whispered when the teacher was explaining something I hadn't been here to hear.
"Not that it's any of your business, Noah, but your football buddies happened to me." I answered. I smiled across the room at Ella.

When I saw Becca come in I smiled. I hadn't been paying attention to anything the teacher had said.

"It's Puck." Noah informed me.
"No. Your name is Noah."
"Okay, I'll call you Rebecca, then."
"No, my name is Becca."
"Ha, so what's my name?" He asked, triumphantly.
"Noah..." I laughed at our whispered conversation that took place at the back of the room, so the teacher didn't hear.
"Shut up, shortstuff." He glared.
"Shut up, yourself, man-whore!" I retorted.
Noah just chuckled.


(inooo inooo ALOT of dialogue for a classroom But it's Puck, y'know? ;D)

I could hear Becca and Puck and laughed at them.

I threw a smile at Ella again when I heard her laughing. "Give up?" I asked, turning back to Noah.
"Never." He answered with a grin.
"I never lose, Noah." I warned.
"Me neither, Rebecca." He whispered, a glint of something in his eye.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "It's Becca."
"It's Puck."
I sighed again. "Fine. If I beat you in a roller skating race, I get to call you Noah but you call me Becca?"
"And when you lose?"
I laughed. "That won't happen."
He rolled his eyes, this time. "But when it does? You call me Puck."
I nodded at our wonky comprimise.
"Tomorrow, AM, outside." I laughed.
"I'm there,"

I laughed again. The teacher slammed her stick-thingie on her desk to get our attention and glared at us. I shut up straight away.