I'm more nervous than I had anticip

I'm more nervous than I had anticipated when I wake up Monday morning. My mind has been so preoccupied with all things Will, I haven't had time to process my impending doom. Or rather, my first day ever at a brand new school.
 
Mom and I finally had a chance to go shopping for weather appropriate clothing over the weekend. I throw on what I picked out the evening before and slide on my new snow boots. I leave my hair down for the day but slide an extra band onto my wrist for when I want to pull it back, which I know I’ll do.
 
After I finish up in the bathroom I move to the kitchen and grab my backpack and my class schedule off of the counter. Mom began her new night shift at the hospital last night, so I agree to take Kel to school.
 
Back in Texas, Kel and I went to the same school. In fact, everyone in the vicinity of our town went to the same school. Here, there are so many schools I have to print out a district map just to be sure I'm taking him to the right place.
 
When we pull up to the elementary, Kel immediately spots Caulder and jumps out of the car without even saying goodbye. He makes life look so easy.
 
Luckily, the Elementary is only a few blocks from the High School. I’ll have extra time to spare so that I can locate my first class. I pull into the parking lot of what I consider to be a massive High School and search for a spot. When I find one available, it's as far from the building as it could be and there are dozens of students standing around their vehicles chatting. I am hesitant to get out of my car, but realize when I do that no one even notices me. It's not like in the movies when the new girl steps out of her car onto the lawn of the new school, clutching her books, everyone stopping what they're doing to stare. It's not like that at all. I feel invisible and I like it.
 
I make it through first period math without being assigned homework, which is good. I plan on spending the entire evening with Will. When I woke up this morning, there was a note on my jeep from him. All it said was, "Can't wait to see you. I'll be back by four. I've missed you so bad."
 
Seven hours and three minutes to go.
 
History isn't any harder. The teacher is giving notes on the Punic Wars, something we had just covered in my previous school. I find it hard to focus as I literally count down the minutes. The teacher is very monotonous and mundane. If I don't find something to be interesting, my mind has a tendency to wander. It keeps wandering to Will. I am methodically taking notes, trying my best to focus when someone behind me pokes my back.
 
"Hey, let me see your schedule,” the girl directs.
 
I inconspicuously reach for my schedule and fold it up tightly in my left hand. I raise my hand behind me and quickly drop the schedule on her desk.
 
"Oh please!" she says louder. "Mr. Hanushek is half blind and can barely hear. Don't worry about him."
 
I stifle a laugh and turn toward her as Mr. Hanushek is facing the board. "I'm Layken,” I tell her.
 
"Eddie," she responds.
 
I look at her questioningly and she rolls her eyes.
 
"I know," she whispers. "It's a family name. But if you call me Eddie Spaghetti I'll kick your ass!" she threatens mildly.
 
"I'll keep that in mind," I laugh.
 
"Cool, we have the same third period," she says as she inspects my schedule. "It's a bitch to find. Stick with me after class and I'll show you where it is."
 
Eddie leans forward to write something down and her slinky blond hair swings forward with her. It falls just below her chin in an asymmetrical style. Her nails are each painted a completely different color, and she has a variety of about 15 bracelets on each of her wrists that rattle and clank every time she moves. She has a small, simple outline of a black heart tattooed on the inside of her left wrist.
 
When the bell rings, I stand up as Eddie passes me back the schedule. She reaches into my jacket pocket and pulls out my phone and starts punching numbers. I look at the schedule she has returned to me and it’s now covered in websites and phone numbers; in green ink. Eddie sees me looking and points to the first web address on the page.
 
"That's my facebook page, but if you can't find me there, I'm also on twitter. Don't ask me for my myspace username because that shit’s lame," she says, strangely serious.
 
She scrolls down the remaining numbers jotted on my schedule with her finger. "That's my cell phone number, that's my home phone number and that's the number to Getty’s Pizza," she says.
 
"Is that where you work?"
 
"No, they just have great pizza."
 
She moves past me and I start to follow her out the door as she turns and hands me back my phone.
 
“I just called myself so I have your number now, too. Oh, and you need to go to the office before next period."
 
"Why? I thought you wanted me to follow you?" I ask, feeling slightly overwhelmed by my new friend.
 
"They have you in 'B' lunch. I'm in 'A' lunch.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Aku lebih gugup daripada telah diantisipasi saat bangun Senin pagi. Pikiran saya telah begitu sibuk dengan segala sesuatu akan, saya tidak punya waktu untuk memproses my azab yang akan datang. Atau lebih tepatnya, hari pertama saya di sekolah baru. Mom dan aku akhirnya punya kesempatan untuk pergi belanja untuk cuaca sesuai pakaian selama akhir pekan. Aku melemparkan pada apa yang saya mengambil keluar malam hari sebelum dan slide pada saya baru salju sepatu bot. Aku meninggalkan rambut saya turun untuk hari tapi slide band tambahan ke pergelangan tangan saya untuk ketika saya ingin menariknya kembali, yang saya tahu yang akan kulakukan. Setelah saya selesaikan di kamar mandi saya pindah ke dapur dan mengambil ransel dan jadwal kelas saya dari counter. Ibu mulai shift malam baru di rumah sakit semalam, jadi saya setuju untuk mengambil Kel ke sekolah. Kembali di Texas, Kel dan aku pergi ke sekolah yang sama. Pada kenyataannya, semua orang di sekitar kota kami pergi ke sekolah yang sama. Di sini, ada begitu banyak sekolah, aku harus mencetak peta distrik hanya untuk memastikan aku akan membawa dia ke tempat yang tepat. Ketika kita tarik hingga ke dasar, Kel segera bintik-bintik Caulder dan melompat dari mobil tanpa bahkan mengucapkan selamat tinggal. Dia membuat hidup yang terlihat begitu mudah. Untungnya, dasar berjarak hanya beberapa blok dari sekolah tinggi. Aku akan memiliki waktu ekstra untuk Luang sehingga saya dapat menemukan kelas pertama saya. Aku menarik ke tempat parkir dari apa yang saya anggap menjadi sekolah tinggi besar dan mencari tempat. Ketika saya menemukan satu yang tersedia, jauh dari bangunan seperti bisa dan ada puluhan siswa berdiri di sekitar kendaraan mereka mengobrol. Aku ragu-ragu untuk keluar dari mobil saya, tetapi menyadari ketika saya lakukan bahwa tidak ada bahkan pemberitahuan saya. Hal ini tidak seperti di film ketika gadis baru langkah keluar dari mobilnya ke halaman sekolah yang baru, mencengkeram buku, semua orang yang menghentikan apa yang mereka lakukan untuk menatap. Ini tidak seperti yang sama sekali. Aku merasa tak terlihat dan aku menyukainya. Aku membuat itu melalui matematika periode pertama tanpa diberi pekerjaan rumah, yang baik. Saya berencana untuk menghabiskan malam dengan akan. Ketika aku bangun pagi ini, ada catatan di jip saya dari-nya. Semua yang dikatakan adalah, "tidak sabar untuk melihat Anda. Aku akan kembali dengan empat. Aku merindukanmu begitu buruk." Tujuh jam dan tiga menit untuk pergi. Sejarah tidak lebih keras lagi. Guru adalah memberikan catatan pada Perang Punisia, sesuatu yang kami hanya telah menutupi di sekolah saya sebelumnya. Saya merasa sulit untuk fokus ketika saya benar-benar menghitung mundur menit. Guru ini sangat monoton dan duniawi. Jika saya tidak menemukan sesuatu yang menarik, pikiran saya memiliki kecenderungan untuk berkeliaran. Ia terus mengembara akan. Saya metodis mengambil catatan, mencoba yang terbaik saya untuk fokus ketika seseorang di belakang saya pokes punggung saya. "Hey, let me see your schedule,” the girl directs. I inconspicuously reach for my schedule and fold it up tightly in my left hand. I raise my hand behind me and quickly drop the schedule on her desk. "Oh please!" she says louder. "Mr. Hanushek is half blind and can barely hear. Don't worry about him." I stifle a laugh and turn toward her as Mr. Hanushek is facing the board. "I'm Layken,” I tell her. "Eddie," she responds. I look at her questioningly and she rolls her eyes. "I know," she whispers. "It's a family name. But if you call me Eddie Spaghetti I'll kick your ass!" she threatens mildly. "I'll keep that in mind," I laugh. "Cool, we have the same third period," she says as she inspects my schedule. "It's a bitch to find. Stick with me after class and I'll show you where it is." Eddie leans forward to write something down and her slinky blond hair swings forward with her. It falls just below her chin in an asymmetrical style. Her nails are each painted a completely different color, and she has a variety of about 15 bracelets on each of her wrists that rattle and clank every time she moves. She has a small, simple outline of a black heart tattooed on the inside of her left wrist. When the bell rings, I stand up as Eddie passes me back the schedule. She reaches into my jacket pocket and pulls out my phone and starts punching numbers. I look at the schedule she has returned to me and it’s now covered in websites and phone numbers; in green ink. Eddie sees me looking and points to the first web address on the page. "That's my facebook page, but if you can't find me there, I'm also on twitter. Don't ask me for my myspace username because that shit’s lame," she says, strangely serious. She scrolls down the remaining numbers jotted on my schedule with her finger. "That's my cell phone number, that's my home phone number and that's the number to Getty’s Pizza," she says. "Is that where you work?" "No, they just have great pizza." She moves past me and I start to follow her out the door as she turns and hands me back my phone. “I just called myself so I have your number now, too. Oh, and you need to go to the office before next period." "Why? I thought you wanted me to follow you?" I ask, feeling slightly overwhelmed by my new friend. "They have you in 'B' lunch. I'm in 'A' lunch.