A radiant sunbeam fell upon the back of Esther McKenzie’s head as she silently stepped beside her companion. “Well, Esther, this is it. The first day of middle school.” Elizabeth O’Rielly commented soberly. Esther raised her eyebrows. “Beth. Be quiet. You’re making me nervous.”
“What’s not to be nervous about?”
“Look at that, Beth!” The sandy stone building loomed far above the bantering pair. As they gradually lowered their glances to the massive door, a band of girls sauntered toward them. The lead teenager looked them over and smirked. “Hiya, girls. Where did you get that haircut? You should totally sue them for using a buzz-saw without a license.” A black-haired girl, following Frances’s lead, replied, “ No, it must of been a battle axe at least.”
“Of course. My bad.” The posse had surrounded them by that time.
Beth glanced wryly at Esther. “What’s not to be nervous about, Esther?”
A teacher strolled up to Beth. “So sorry to interrupt, but your parents have asked me to have you signed in for the play that the school is doing. ” Beth clapped her hand on her head. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I completely forgot! I was so busy-“ Frances shot her a threatening look. “-talking to my buddies that I forgot all about it. Where’s the sign-up sheet?” Student and teacher walked away into the imposing structure, talking fervently as they went.
Esther chuckled. “You know, being welcoming to newcomers is generally smiled upon…You think you could manage it? For my sake at least?”
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