The New Girl

It was the first day of school and I was looking around, soaking in my surroundings. Soon enough I spotted two new girls, one of whom I've never seen; the other looked extremely familiar. I've seen her before, on a school field trip. Her name is Makenzie.

Later that day at recess I consulted my friend Kaitlyn. She's in the other sixth grade class.

"Do you see that girl over there?" I pointed to Makenzie. "That's the new girl in my class."

We talked about how I've met Makenzie before on the field trip. The field trip was three days long, so I got to know Makenzie. And how I knew her was: Fun and cool.

"So why do you need me?" Kaitlyn said. I could hear the exasperation in her voice.

"Well," I said slowly, "because it would be cool to be friends with her. And because she's new," I added hastily.

We started walking again. After several minutes she said again,"Wait, that doesn't answer the question. Why do you need me?" She added heavy emphasis on the last word.

"Well," I said very slowly and hesitantly, "I-I don't wanna go alone," the words spilled quickly out of my mouth, "aaaaaand, 'cause, I mean, c'mon, it'd be better if she had two friends."

"Ugh, fine," Kaitlyn said, ending the subject.

"Awesome."

Kaitlyn and I spotted Makenzie on the school hill.

"There she-is-UGH!"

"What?" Kaitlyn said, caught by surprise.

"Ursela's talking to her!" I loathed Ursela McWeird soooo much. I used to be friends with her back in the third grade. Back then, on the school bus, my assigned seat was with Ursela. Every day, on the morning and afternoon bus, Ursela would punch and kick me. Hard. And I have never talked to her since the third grade.

When Kaitlyn and I reached the top of the hill we pretended to be looking for something, and at the same time, not pretending to eavesdrop on their conversation.

I wasn't actually really paying any attention to there conversation, but I could easily see that Ursela was jabbering away nonstop, and by the look on Makenzie's face, she looked as if she would rather have put a staple gun to her forehead.

When Ursela FINALLY left I built up the nerve to go over to Makenzie.

"H-hey," I said awkwardly.

"Oh, umm, Hi," she said in the same uncomfortable tone.

"Ssssoooo, d-do you like the school?" 'Oh my God.' I thought, 'my lines were stupid AND corny aaand getting worse.

"Oh the school? Yeah, it's exactly like my old one."

"Nordale?" That school was built identical to ours.

"Yeah."

Well, soon the awkward part was over, and Makenzie is one of my best friends. Our friendship is funky, cool, crazy, all out, and, well, best ever.