"Bye Mum," I called as I ran through the rain to my car. "Good luck Sweetie!

" she called out, rushing after me and nearly tripping over the sofa. I couldn't help but smile at her ditsy self. God love her, no one else can! With a chuckle, I got inside my shiny Honda Civic and waved at her. I love my car. Sure, it wasn't a Ferrari but it was also my comfort. As soon as I started the engine, I put my Jason Mraz CD inside. I love music. It's my passion. Music that was; not necessarily words but just notes that can stir so much thought. It's amazing how you can say so much with a few notes than with words, which is also why I love it. To have a perfect day, I need music. There has not been a day where I haven't sung along to my CDs or spent my time trying to get a song out of my head. Music is in everything: a baby's cries, a mother's lullaby, a toddler's laughter and the bell that marks the beginning and end of your lessons... which I'm going to miss if I don't hurry up. I pressed on the accelerator, urging me car to go faster. God save me. If Im late, itd be my one way ticket to detention and destroying my perfect record. Wake up everyone. How can you sleep at a time like this unless the dreamer is the real you? Listen to your voiceThe sight of the schools sign board brought an abrupt stop to my horrible singing. Come on Fay. You can do this just walk inside and keep your head high. You dont need these people to like you. Yeah. You just need to stay here to finish your last two years of school education. Thats not really helping me at the moment. Yes but when you FINSH, you can just give them the middle finger. Okay. Got it. Lets go! Right. Im so weird. Why? Im having a conversation with my conscience. Is that even normal? Are YOU normal? Shut up Fay. Fine! Somewhere during this conversation, I had managed to walk to the Visitors Entrance to the school. The doors opened at my arrival automatically, giving me a minor heart attack. I walked up to the Reception but the woman was too busy gossiping to her colleague to note my entrance. My hands itched to press the office bell to my right.

Excuse me? EXCUSE ME? No response. Fuck this. I slammed my hand on the bell and the noise echoed as silence fell. Maybe I shouldnt have done that but patience never was my thing. Im so sorry about that. It was just that you werent responding and- Its alright love. What do you need? Your lessons are about to start in ten minutes. She smiled at me. It was nice to know that she wasnt offended by my, shall we say, retarded antics. Im the new student transferring from St Marys Institute for Boys and Girls. I was told to come here to get my time table. Of course. The woman smiled. Maybe people were generally nice here. Definitely nicer than the people back home. She handed me my timetable. Your Head of Year requested to meet you before you began your lessons. Just head to the Sixth Form Block, first room on your right. Do you need a map? I already had a tour when I came in to apply. Thank you for your help. With a polite smile, I headed towards my destination. I couldnt help but stare as I made my through the school. It wasnt great. The walls werent newly painted or decorated with fabulous paintings and thousands of school awards. But it had one thing: a friendly atmosphere. I decided to embrace the new feeling. Once I entered the blue building, also known as the Sixth Form Block, I knocked at the room on my right, which did say Head of Sixth Form. Come in. A mans voice called from inside. I entered the bright room to see a man of his 40s pouring himself a cup of coffee and a boy, possibly my age, sitting opposite him, playing with his sleeves. Ah! Ms Summers. Its nice to see you again! The man said in a jolly voice when he noticed me standing there fidgeting with my top. Its nice to see you too, Mr Peters I replied with a smile. It was true. The man was unnaturally happy all the time and pleasant to be around. Plus, he hasnt done anything to make me hate him yet. Mr Peters looked around his office trying to find things that I needed. Mr Peters wore a black suit with a green tie. Peculiar. I had never in my life seen teachers worn green ties. His desk was organised but slightly messy. The room smelled of coffee; the warm aroma the drink gave filled the room. Got it! Got everything you need. He handed me a bunch of papers. The school policy, sixth form policy, dress code and things like that are in there. But also, theres a blue sheet, a report, that I need you to get all your teachers to sign today just so I can see how youre getting along today. If you leave the sheet with your last teacher, theyll get it back to me. Mr Peters took a breather before saying, Fay, I dont need to bore you with expectations and rules because Im sure you know all about it from your old school. At Masons, we will treat as our equal and like adults. Were not your teachers but your friends. You are responsible for your behaviour and actions. We will only help you along the way. He took a sip of his coffee, trying to catch his breath. On a lighter tone, this is Ace. The name on his birth certificate however is-

The boy laughed at that point and said Please Mr P, dont go there! The teacher laughed along before saying, Anyway, hes taking the same lessons as you are so he will be taking you around the school this week to help you settle. Ace is a nice boy- Once again, the boy laughed and said Mr P, youre killing my rep, man, my rep. However, this time the teacher ignored him and continued but his lips twitched showing he was amused. -despite what others say. He will help you. Feel free to ask him or myself anything. He raised his eyes, as if to ask me if I understood. I nodded, swallowing the new information. Great. Im going to be taken everywhere by Bad Boy /Mr Popular. Hopefully, hes also Mr Jerk and leaves me to my solitude like I want. I dont want people to notice me. I dont want to make friends. People will wonder why I joined the school a month after it began. Its not what I want. And its definitely why I am here. Im here to finish my education and that is it. Thank you Mr Peters. He waved his hand as he drank his coffee, gesturing it was nothing. I also took it as a note of dismissal. I grabbed my bag and was about to leave when I realised Bad Boy was supposed to go with me. I hanged around by the door waiting for him to wake up from his day dream. As if just waking up, he sprang from his chair. Okay, lets go! The boy- Aceexclaimed. He grabbed his bag and dashed out of the door, brushing past me. I stood there, just wishing the day would end already. Are you coming? He poked his head back in. I sighed before heading out the door, sending a silent prayer to Dumbledore, wishing he would cast a disillusion charm on me already.