• I looked around the classroom, all the new faces staring up at me. It made me feel extremely uncomfortable. I kept my eyes away from each face, afraid to look at their reactions of me.
    "Welcome our new student, Melissa May Williams." introduced my new instructor.
    I quickly added, "You can call me Melody."
    I did not enjoy having people call me my real name, Melissa. Melody was a nickname my father gave me, because of my beautiful singing voice.
    One student's hand shot up in the air.
    "Yes, Miss Jones?" asked the instructor.
    "Where is she from? She has an accent." asked the student.
    He looked at me, expecting the answer from me. I gulped silently.
    "I'm from England..." I said quietly.
    I was put in a seat in the back of the classroom. I was glad, at least no one would stare at me.
    They did the same procedure in each of my morning classes. The teachers had me introduce myself. Apparently, this would make me more known and more students would help me in my new school. None had helped me that morning. I tried to keep to myself the whole day.
    The worst part was Lunch. I had a packed lunch, so I wouldn't have to go through the confusing lunch line. But I still had to find somewhere to sit. And I couldn't sit with anyone. It made me feel so solitary when I sat down at an empty table.
    Some people looked at me, but I blocked out their whispers. I was new gossip.
    I felt someone staring at me for a long time. I had no idea who it was, so I kept turning my head around to look at other tables. My sixth time looking, I finally found who it was.
    What caught me was his pale blue eyes. His jet black hair. His pale skin. And he was gorgeous.