She walked down the hallway with her white and red jordan sneakers, tight blue jeans, tight white v-necked t-shirt and long brown hair flowing down her back. The rest of the girls strolling down with their group of friends. Everything raround her was bright, bright hair and bright skin.
Her dad should of never made her move over here, even though it was for a job. Her friends back home were irreplaceable and she had grown up with them. Again, new people, new house, new look. She was starting to get tired of this and her father who obviously didn't care about her and her feelings.
Alice wondered if she would ever fit in with the rest of the girls. She was obviously different. The other girls looked like the could be on an Abercrombie & Fitch or Holister ad which on the other hand she knew should could only be on maybe a gap ad. If you think about that, that is very different.
At lunch was when she would potentially scope out who she would potentially fit in with back home but nobody seemed like the right fit. They all seemed like kids that she wished she could be back home. Alice was never the popular one but never the loser either.
There it was. Someone who looked like her, a potential friend.
"Hi, I'm Alice from Jersey," Alice said, some what excited to possibly have a new friend.
"Hey," the girl saod wotj a warm smile but not seeming sincere.
