The New Girl

It was a bright, frosty morning. The pavement glistened like a carpet of crushed diamonds in the early morning sunshine. Mary was walking to the bus. She remembered yesterday that her teacher said there was going to be a new student coming to her school today and she was happy to hopefully have a new friend.  The engine of the old bus moaned as it pulled over and the tyres screeched as it stop right in front of Mary. She stepped up and walked inside the old bus with her backpack on her back.  Inside the bus there were many school kids ready for school. A range of different kids like a party mix filled with different lollies.

Mary blue eyes circled the bus until she meet eyes with the meanest, roughest boy in the school Louis. Beside him stood his partner in crime, Harry.  Harry and Louis saw that there seats had been taken by a small, shy girl. She had brown curly hair hanging softly on her shoulders and dark hazel eyes staring at the ground. Today was her first day. She was the new girl, Clara. She had no idea what was about to happen and the fury building in the boys.The two tempered boys walked furiously to Clara and began to yell. The two boys had the eyes of the whole bus all looking deep into their cold hearts. They yelled and yelled. Clara began to cry and fat tears fell down her face.

Mary looked deep into her eyes a she could see the sadness and the pain the boys were giving her. Clara tucked up into a ball not wanting the kids in the bus to see her. She was having a really bad day. Mary hair stood on end, a shiver raced down her spine and a lump came to her throat. Her blue eyes widened. She threw up both hands and open her mouth. “Now hold on a minute. Isn't it strange that she was sitting their first and you come to make her move!” The boys had heard Mary and were very surprised. They had been at the same school to get since they were five but they had never seen this part of her. They were scared of this part of her. The whole bus follow Mary and all stuck up for the new girl Clara.

Clara untucked from her ball and now had stopped crying. The bus driver Mr Wilson walked in the bus now and ducked in head under the bus door. He read the body language of the kids in the bus and he had a feeling something was up. He saw the red blotchy eyes Clara wore on her face. He saw the boys angrily standing with their arms crossed.  Mr Wilson moved the boys up to the front.  Mary sat down beside Clara. They sat in silence listening to each heart beating and the wheels on the bus rotating around and around. Then they both turn heads and looked at each other and smiled. That is when they knew they were going to be best friends forever and that is exactly what they did.