--------------3 weeks later---------------
   "Class, meet our new student Claire Waters," The teacher, Mrs. Skiá said.
   I bit the bottom of my lip and looked down. My hands fidgeted inside the depths of my pocket, not wanting anyone to see the bandages.
   Me, being the shy type was torture caused by the fact of me having to move. I'd honestly rather play some horror game (which I always get freaked out by afterwards) than be here especially since it was the middle of the school year and I was in 7th grade which is one of the worst times to move. Even moving in 6th grade would be better. At least everyone will be newer to each other than now. Now, in 7th grade, everyone probably has their own group of friends living a happy life while I'm going to end up being a sad loner like how I expected to turn out when I was in 5th grade worrying about 6th. But, back in my old school, I had actually managed to get my life in control with my two friends Alex and Violet. Now everything will have to change. "Class, say hi," Mrs. Skiá said.
I mentally groaned. I hated when teachers did that. It always felt awkward. "Hi," the class mumbled with some variations of sup and hey.
"Claire, could you tell us something about yourself so we could all get to know you some more?" Mrs. Skiá said.
I hesitated. When could I sit down, I wondered. "Umm..." I said.
"What's your favorite book?" Mrs. Skiá asked.
I wanted to say The Lightning Thief but that seemed too childish. I wondered what to say. "The Hunger Games," I finally decided.
"That's a good book," Mrs. Skiá commented.
I debated whether or not to ask where to sit. "Umm," I said clearing my throat. "Where should I sit?" I asked.
"Oh," Mrs. Skiá said laughing to herself. "I forgot. You can sit right over there, next to Oliver next time. Right now, we're out of time." She pointed towards an empty desk next to a boy with dark brown hair and brown eyes. The bell rang. I quickly left the classroom and scurried towards my locker and got out a textbook, my pencil box, and a calculator. I needed to go to math next. I sighed not knowing where that was. I looked around wondering if I should ask someone. I decided not to and started wandering around the school. This was all because of that stupid fire, I thought in my head. If that never happened, then I would of never had to come to this place. Suddenly, I bumped into something causing all my things to fall onto the hard floor with a clang. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," the girl who had bumped into me said, helping me pick up my stuff.
"It's okay," I muttered.
I got up gathering my things and started to leave. "Wait-" the girl said. "Are you new here... Or something?"
"Umm yeah,"
"Well," the girl said. "Nice to meet you, my name's Luna,"
She held out her hand to shake. Slowly, I reached out and shook it, not like a wild shake like how some people do but like a normal shake. "I'm Claire," I said looking around and starting to walk.
She ran up to catch up to me. "You look a little lost," she said after a minute of wandering. "What class?"
"Math,"
"Are you a seventh grader?"
"Duh, I'm not that short," I said smiling a bit.
"Woah, you could smile!" She exclaimed. "Anyway, I have math too! I'll show you the way and, BTW, you were walking in the totally opposite way."
"Oh," I said turning red a bit.
   We started walking. Luna checked her phone and her eyes widened.
   "We only have 2 minutes to get there." She said and we started running- sorry, speed walking. No running in the halls!