Books held tight to her chest, Lydia walked down the halls of her new school. It was her first day, and she was still a bit fuzzy on the details. It looked like a normal school. A bit cleaner then her last one, but otherwise, just the same. Lockers lined the walls and groups of teens congregated around them. She received a variety of looks as she made her way from class to class. Some were curious glances. Others, she felt were an instant hatred.
How could anyone dislike her so quickly? She wondered. Continue reading