It was my first day of starting school in St. Mary's. And like everyone else, I got nervous. Zeela and Jacy were both kind enough to walk me to my first class, which was French. I loved french. One advantage about that subject is that you can talk and swear about people infront or behind their backs. Except for french people, of course.
"Nervous?" Zeela asked.
"Yeah. Alot." I replied.
"Don't be. It'll be fine, trust me. You'll be walking in and out of that class for the rest of your school life before you know it." Jacy said, making me feel better.
"Thanks Zeels. Thanks Jace." I smiled.
"Your welcome." They both said.
"Well, here's my french class. I guess I'll see you guys later?"
"You bet it." Jace punched me and winked.
Ow. I closed my eyes and said, "O-kay."
"Oops! Sorry!"
"It's alright, I think I needed that." I laughed.
"Anyways, see you later Dee!" Zeela said. Both of them waved and went for that class.

"Every one, meet Adia Beckett." My french teacher, Ms. Salvador intorduced me to my classmates.
"Hi." I said.
"Hey Adia, welcome to St. Mary's." One girl said.
"Thanks!" I shot back at her.
"Now, is there anything you would want before we start this class Adia?" Ms. Salvador asked.
"Nah. It's fine, and Miss. I prefer being called Dia. Adia sounds, well not me." I blushed and smiled.
She laughed. "Sure Dia. Please, there's an empty seat at the back, you can sit there."
"Thanks Miss."
Before I knew it, french class was over. It was alright, no embarassing things or whatever I did so far. I had math after that, which was great, since Zeela will be there. When I entered math, Zeela had an empty seat next to her.
"Dia! Here, sit here!" She waved at me, exitedly. I smiled.
"Hey Zeels." I said, pulling the chair next to her.
"Hi!" she said, "How was french? Did it turn out okay?" She asked.
"It was alright." I laughed a nervous laugh. "So far, so good."
"Well I'm glad to hear." She elbowed my arm.
A teacher went inside the classroom. She was wearing a profesor-like suit. Her hair tied up in a bun, and she was carrying a medium sized notebook and suitcase. Ms. Dallia, my math teacher. I'm guessing.
"Alright class. We have a new student who transfered from New York. Meet Adia. Adia, please stand up and introduce yourself."
I stood up and looked around the classroom, everyone seemed to look at me as if they saw a ghost or something, I looked down and saw Zeela, smiling. "Well, um. I'm Adia, I prefer being called Dia. I just got here a few days a go in St. Mary's and I'm starting to like it here."
"Well that's good to hear Dia. I'm sure you be doing well here just fine. Now, enough of that. Class, please take out your text book and turn to page 185."
Math class was over, 12.30pm. Lunch time, at the cafetiria.
"How was your first day Dee?" Jacy asked. While taking a bowl of salad.
"It was okay. So far so good." I smiled, taking a cup of coffee.
"That's great! I'm sure your next class after this will be much better."
"I hope so. Thanks Jace. You guys have been nothing but nice to me. I really owe you guys."
"Hey, even though we just met. We treat you like we've known you for years. What a friends for?" She smiled. I smiled back.
Just when we were about to sit at our table, my pocket vibrated. I put my tray down on to the nearest table next to me and checked the caller ID. "John." I whispered to myself.
"Anything wrong Dee?" Zeela asked.
"Oh. No. Nothing. Hey, may I be excused? I gotta go to the ladies room."
"Sure, I'll put your tray at our table yeah?" Jacy said.
"Sure. Thanks Jace!" I said, and ran out the door like a gust of wind.

"Hello?"
"Dia. We're outside, do you want them now?"
"Don't meet me outside you moron! Go to the parking lot. I'll meet you there in 10."
"Okay."
I hung up. Relieved, I walked out of the toilet, and made my way to the parking lot. Hands in my pocket.

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