Meet Juliet - ch. 1

The first day in a new school is never easy. Especially after suffering with bullying on your previous school, my case. Even with my mother reassuring everything was going to be fine, I couldn't stop thinking about all the things that could go wrong. I breathed deeply, trying not to think about it and took a long-sleeved black shirt and a pair of Jeans out of my closet. I always liked wearing cool clothes and having my own style but in that day all I wanted was not be noticed. I looked in the mirror, feeling ugly and I sighed involuntarily. I looked at my new room, a complete mess filled with boxes and clothes. It may sound cliché, but all I wanted was my dad there. He would know exactly what to do. I washed away a tear that crossed my cheek slowly and started putting the clothes on.
After I was ready I went down to have breakfast.
"The bus will arrive in fifteen minutes, dear. Are you going dressed like that?" My mother asked a little shocked.  "Honey, why can't you just wear something more... feminine?" she continued.
"Because I don't want to!" I grunted, getting out. My mother and I did not have what is called "Healthy Relationship" since my father died. I mean, we loved each other and all but we had different thoughts.  Well, the thing is that my mom was practically a Barbie doll and I was "the alternative kid".
While I was outside waiting for the bus, I saw two boys going to school. They didn't look like each other at all, but they acted just like brothers.
There was something about them that got my attention. The shorter one had red-hair and seemed really happy and talkative while the taller one who had green hair just listened to him with a cool expression on the face.  I just realized I was staring at them when they realized too. When they looked at me, I blushed, feeling like a stalker or something staring at two boys I didn't even know.
"Good, your first social interaction and you screw it up. Nice." I thought, unhappy.
After a few seconds that seemed ages waiting the bus, it finally arrived. It looked better then my other school's bus. The yellow painting was perfect and the seats had nothing written on them or any holes. On the side SCHOOL BUS was written with big bold letters what made it even more charming. On the back, a few bullies were sitting and after my last experience with bullies, I thought it was good keeping a certain distance. On the front, a nerdy looking Indian boy, the boys and a girl in a pink dress were chatting.
Perhaps I should sit next to them. Maybe one of them talks to me, who knows?
I sat down quietly by the window. Everybody stopped talking at the exact same time, except for the boy with green hair who never started. They stared at me, not with angry faces. They were… smiling.
- Erm, hey – my cheeks turned light red as I greeted them shyly. Every time I was shy, embarrassed, angry, sad or with any pimples, my face turned red, something I always hated.