A boy in an all girls school

Introductions

As the black railings of the front gate of Maple Park High School towered over me I felt a sense of foreboding, and the same questions ran through my head as had been worrying me for the past three weeks. The only difference now was that they were rhetorical, because there I was stepping out of the car, my place at my old school having already been taken, my friends having all but forgotten about me. I ducked away from a kiss from my mum, a smile lighting up her face as she told me to have a good day, and that everything would be fine once I settled in. I gave her a doubtful look and turned away, pushing open the gates and walking up the stone path, which was surrounded by beautiful and perfectly trimmed bushes and an expanse of immaculate grass.

A group of girls sat on the grass fifty metres away reading, which brought me back to my senses. That was why I was so anxious at starting here; I was the first boy ever to have been accepted to this school. The governors had had a big row over this, not to mention the parents, but in the end it was decided that money was too short that they couldn’t afford not to accept some boys. So that was how I ended up here, gingerly pushing open the big wooden door into the reception; of course I had been here before, a jolly lady in her mid-forties had shown me round a couple of days ago on the weekend, but it was different now; there were actually people here. And don’t get me wrong I can handle girls: I’ve been out with a couple, but being the only boy in a school of over five hundred girls is bound to be daunting.
As I walked into the reception area there were already a couple of girls in there who, as I walked up to the desk, were looking at me, seemingly eyeing me up. Before I could clear my throat to talk to the receptionist, a pretty young lady in her twenties, I felt a tap on my shoulder and swivelled round defensively. I was met with a smiling girl my age, who extended her hand and said “Hey, I’m Grace. you must be Zach”

“Hey.” I said, shaking her outstretched hand and looking into her deep chestnut eyes. She had medium length brown hair and a beautiful smile and, glancing down, was not too badly endowed in the chest department and her tight-less legs were long and smooth. “I’ll be showing you around,” she smiled sweetly, “and I’m also in all of your classes with you.” I smiled back at her as she led towards the first building to start our tour.
An hour and a comprehensive tour of the school later and she was leading me down a corridor that was beginning to smell increasingly of chlorine. As we came round the bend she pushed through a door that led through to a magnificent swimming pool, with diving boards and water slides. But the swimming pool itself wasn’t my main interest at the moment, it was the girls inside it. In the main pool there were around fifteen girls swimming lengths, but in the leisure pool off to my right were about ten girls, all in bikinis, playing in the water.