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realize I’m gone when he doesn’t hear from me, she thought.
                  As Heather drove down the narrow gravel road she looked for the right road to take to get her to the school.  She saw Mick with a belt whipping his cow.  “Now I’m seen everything,” she said as she laughed.
                  As Heather approached the school, a green ford truck ran right in front of her.  She paused for a second after giving him the finger.  I can’t believe these idiots , she thought.  She pulled into the parking space closer to the front of the school, and she looked over to the green pickup truck. 
                  A scruffy looking guy with long hair climbed out of the truck.  “You need to watch where your going.  This aint New York, this is my town,” he said very hatefully with a smirk on his face.  “No, you need to watch where you are going, you hick.  You’re the one who ran in front of me,” Heather replied as she pointed her finger at him.  Heather was a little tougher than she looked.  She wasn’t going to let some corn fed hillbilly talk to her like that. 
                  “How do you know I’m from New York anyway?” she asked. 
                  “That is for me to know and you to find out,” he replied as he turned away from her. 
                  Heather wasn’t used to people treating her this way, especially boys.  She was the most popular girl in the whole school at Manhattan High School.  Now she was in a place that was oblivious to the fact that she wore an eighteen hundred dollar Armani jacket and  Louboutin boots.  How can anyone not care about fashion , she thought.  Fashion is what made her so popular.  Everyone in Manhattan wanted what she had.  She was the envy of all the girls at her school.  Now she felt like she was an outsider looking in through a dark stained glass and no one could see her.
                  Heather collected her thoughts and walked into the school.  She tried to act like she was calm and confident, so no one would see how scared she really was.  She wanted everyone to see a girl who was poised and full of confidence instead of a little girl lost in a crowd.  She held her head high with her shoulder held back and with a self important sashay.  Girls gave her a dirty look while a couple of guys looked her up and down.  Now I’ve entered a cattle auction , she thought as she passed by.
                  As she walked toward her first class at the end of the hall, she examined everything.  She observed what the girls were wearing, what type of purses they had, and how they fixed their hair.  She liked standing out, but not at the expense of everyone’s joke.  She knew that she had to fit in to some degree in order to make friends.
                  At last she came to her classroom and looked in to observe the ambiance.  To her surprise only one chair was left open toward the back of the room.  She took her seat as she noticed Jake, the same guy that was at Sally’s diner, sitting in the seat next to hers.  She glanced at him and then up to the teacher as the teacher began to call roll.  When Ms. Weston came to her name, everyone turned to look at her as she said, “Present.” 
                  “Everyone I want you to make Heather feel welcome.  She is from out of town and she’ll need your help getting accustomed to everything here,” Ms. Weston said.
                  Jake gave a slight smile trying to act as if he wasn’t interested, but Heather could tell he liked her.  When the teacher finished roll calling, Heather made an attempt to talk to him. 
                  “Hi, I’m Heather,” she said as she held out her hand. 
                  “So,” he replied as he turned his head to snub her.  With a small “huh,” she looked down at her new book trying to act as if she