Middle school & cat ears (wip)

I looked at the tinted window’s reflection of myself. With out the dark tint that gives my facial features a gray or black tone I have a face that my mother calls beautiful. My pale cheeks lie on high cheek bones. When I get nervous, like now, or embarrassed, they turn the color of a pale pink rose. A dust of freckles stretches from one cheek to the other. A have a small nose but large striking green eyes that mother says, “Look like they’re always filled with wonder”. My light auburn hair is the only thing about my complexion that have always liked. It has a slight curl and is the most manageable hair I could with for. My hair falls about inches below the shoulder so it’s long enough and thick enough for it to be styled to my liking.
Behind my reflection thin pine branches whip in the wind and morning fog twirls and rises higher into the sky. I look up at the thick, white blanket of clouds that cover the sky as far as my eyes can see. I had listened to the weather report earlier this morning and it had predicted another day of rain for DogWood. The corner of my mouth twitches as a ray of golden light slips through the cloud-cover and lets the plants bask in its glory. The lucky plants and flowers seem to rejoice as they soak in the light. But, it only last for a few seconds, for the clouds soon smolder the ray of light.
We round a corner and I see the dreaded building. I can barely make out the bold black letter above the front, double-doors through the elevated fog. I felt like every butterfly from around the globe had found a home in my stomach. I felt excitement every where, and even happiness. But, I could not block out the fear as the vehicle stops in front of the red brick building. This was my first year not being home schooled.
Since I’m sitting in the front seat I get off first. With fear squeezing my insides, my brown heeled boots click as I descend the bus steps and jump down, onto the property of BearClaw Middle School. I groan when my heels submerge an inch or two in the mucky rain water. The other students stamped out of the bus. I can practically feel the excitement oozing off of them. I keep my chic turquoise hoodie over my head even when I merge with the eager student, and walk into the double doors.
I walk in the middle of the herd of teenagers as we make our way through the hall. Pulling out the campus map out my green and purple backpack’s side pocket, I look over the kids’ heads to find where I am. I guess some where in there I made a wrong turn or passed my homeroom because I soon find myself on the wrong side of the middle school building. I look around the hallway and spy a kind-faced boy with shaggy brown and blond hair. I walk behind him. I tap his tight white cotton shirt with some weird black “Tap Out?” logo and shoulder. He casually turns around until he sees me. His grey eyes go wide. I didn’t get it, what’s the big surprise? Quickly covering it up he asks, “What to you need young lady?” I’m surprised by his kindness, but, with out showing
It, I say, “I was wondering where Mrs. Fox’s room is.” He smiles kindly and tells me he’ll show me the way. He offers his arm and I take it.
My heel’s click echoes around the empty hallway as we walk. He turns his head slightly to stare at me. Was there something wrong with my makeup? My hand rises to self concisely to run itself through my auburn hair. When my hand reaches the lip to my fuzzy turquoise hoodie, I see that he must think I look weird. I glaze over at him and his to my surprise his eyes are looking right at me. I fidget nervously under his gaze and I try to pull my arm away. I observe his embarrassment at being caught staring. His face grows a cherry red color and he drops my arm.
I rest my white hand on my tight fitting jeans and look down at the tile floor. I don’t look up until her nervously stutters out, “I-I didn’t catch your name, I’m Seth Clearwater.” I smile at his attempt to pull out of the uncomfortable moment. “I’m Katrine Oakes, but you can call me Kat,” I tell him cheerfully. I am shocked when I could visibly see the color drain from his face. Seth stops abruptly and says, “Here’s Mrs. Fox’s room” and started to walk away. I can see him itching to break into a run. Sure enough when he bends the corner I hear the muffled sound of pounding steps through my hoodie. Ugh, what I do this time?
I open the door shyly and try too going too the only empty desk at the back of the white walled room unnoticed. It was not successful. I caught whispers of gossip and winced. They knew something was off about me but they didn’t know what, yet. I set my green and purple bag onto the cheap, plastic blue chair. The first thing I pull out is a book I started the night before, I had slipped Angel Burn off my mom’s self and read it late into the night. I was already hundred pages in to it. As I unpack my new school supplies out of my back pack a cant help but to listen. All I’m going to say is that they had some wild guesses. I put 40 sheets of paper in to my 5 different kitten binders. I stack the ones I’m going to need till’ locker break on my desk. I put my extra supplies and binders into my cheap blue locker, and slam the rusty thing shut.
And, OF COURSE, as soon as I open Angel Burn to the 5th chapter the bell rings, signaling for first class transition to start. I glace at the schedule, math is my firs class, ugh. Crouching down, I slide the stack into my arms and hug them against my chest. With the book on the top of the stack, I walk in to the hall. It’s chaos. According to the school pamphlet, transition to classes is quite and orderly. Ya right. When I focus on the map to find where my math class is, I smell it, Expensive perfume, and lots of it. It only takes a small glance behind my shoulder to see the flashy clothes of five long haired blonds.
The four girls parade in a line that is quickly coming my way. Their stiletto heels click in succession to one another. I pick up my pace to avoid falling into the trap where I would be bullied to there little cold heart’s content. My blood temperature drops a few degrees when I hear the rhythmic clicking speed up. They had picked up there pace as well. For every step closer, it felt my body temperature drop 10 degrees. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding as there pace steadied and realize they where not closing in on me. Though there where 5 meters away from me I cold still hear there conversation