I was sitting in class, shivering with both fear and the cold. Fear for numerous reasons. One, Bea had followed me, and tried to speak to me the whole way here, and now she sat beside me. Two, everyone knew of me, the twelve strong class was full of whispering as they looked at me. Three, it was my first day here, and I feared I would have no friends. Four, Daryan was Bea's twin, so that meant he was in my year, and undoubtedly in my classes.I was tempted to stand and walk out as Bea continued her neverending spew of 'are you okay?' 'What's up?' 'Why aren't you talking to me?'. She should have gotten the hint by now, and I very nearly spoke to her, spoke the words that I was thinking, using emphasis, as if there were fullstops between each word. "I.Do.Not.Want.To.Talk.To.You." I sighed, lowering my head further as yet another student turned around and looked in my direction. I peered up to meet her eyes, keeping my head lowered, and she imediatley spun around and began whispering. I picked up my pen, spinning it round in my fingers, admiring it's beauty as the light hit it, trying to drown Bea out. I didn't like the fact there was no assigned seating here, that meant wherever I went Bea would undoubtedly follow.The teacher entered, his briefcase swinging wildly on the loose hinges that attached the handle, and he placed it heavily on his desk, breathing heavily and pausing for a moment before addressing the class. "We have a new pupil here today. Her name is Karina Longly, is she here?"Sheepishly, I raised my hand, surprised that even the teacher didn't know his own pupils. I smiled slightly as he caught sight of me and nodded, stopping before drawing any more attention to me. I appreciated his attempt, although I already had drawn too much attention the moment they learned I was coming at the start of the summer. I was the talk of the village, according to Bea who was still chatting away, trying to force me to speak.I turned my head to the aisle, catching the glimpse of a boy grinning at me while he lounged in his chair. "Alright, sweetheart?" he whispered, his smile growing wider.Shit. My heart sped up and I turned to the front of the class. Great. Just great! I shifted in my chair uncomfortably, Bea taking it as a sign that I was finally ready to chat. She put her hand on mine and spoke with new enthusiasm. "What's your problem? You just ran off, without an explanation. You looked like you had seen a ghost. What was that all about? I mean come on, I was just being friendly. Do you know what that's like? Do you even have friends? Want me to be your friend? You seem quite nice, if not a bit shy, I could be your friend, if you want. Do you want that?"I groaned, giving in to her insesent chatter. "Too many questions..."She laughed, causing the teacher to jump and drop the chalk he was using, and the rest of the class to spin around. I cringed, hiding behind my hands. "Thanks a lot. I needed the extra attention, I felt like I was lacking somewhat.""Oooh, sarcasm!" she beamed, laughing again, oblivious to the stares she was recieving. Why wasn't the teacher lecturing her to be quite? I looked up, staring right to his desk, realising I didn't even know his name. I clenched my hand into a fist, there was no name on his desk, or on the door, or on the board. He hadn't told me, and it wasn't on my timetable, only the class. That meant I would have to raise my hand to find out, or stay behind after class, both meaning that I would draw yet more attention to myself. I shrunk into my seat, feeling evermore uncomfortable, and attempted to listen to the teacher, trying to coming up with something to call him. I could address him as 'Sir', although I doubted he would appreciate that much, considering his flustered appearance it seemed like he would appreciate it if at least one student knew his name. I sighed, raising my hand, and his eyes widened."Yes, Miss Longly?" he stuttered, grimacing as every single head in the class turned to look at me.I could feel my face going red under their gaze, and I began to feel angry. "Um... Could I be excused?"He seemed stuck in place, his arm raised pointing the chalk at the board, while the rest of him faced me. "Is there any particular reason?" he was still stuttering, obviously he was rarely addressed in class.My eyes searched the room wildly, searching for anything I could use as an excuse to leave. I opened my mouth to speak as I eyed the keys that he had placed on his desk, when Bea opened her mouth."Sir, Karina doesn't feel too good, she says she's got an awful headache. I can take her to the nurses office if you want."Great, no way of knowing his name from her then. I felt relieved with her input, for he nodded, still seeming shocked, and Bea escorted me out of the classroom, her hand on my arm while I attempted to look like I had a sore head.I sighed when we reached the end of the corridor, and stopped to lean against the wall while Bea smiled at me. "Thanks Bea, I appreciate it."She nodded, smiling again and leaned against the opposite wall. "What's your problem with Craig?"I moved my head slightly, I didn't know anybody called Craig. "Sorry? Craig?" "Oh, that's right, I forget you're new here. Craig's the one who said 'Alright, sweetheart?' It seemed like he knew you, or maybe Daryan just mentioned you or something..."She trailed off because I started to laugh at her imitation of Craig's voice and the way he had said that. A strange sound, considering it had been a while since I last laughed. "Um, yeah. I've met him before, but we're not exactly... on speaking terms. He seems to think I like him."She nodded taking in what I had said. "Yeah, he can be an ass sometimes. But that's just Craig for you. Now come on, we have to get you to the nurses office, or else Mr. Elgar will throw a fit."