The car had dropped her off and with a final kiss from her mother, her father had driven them away, leaving Charlie standing alone and starring up at her new school.  She didn't want to be here, she liked her old school, she liked her old friends.  But her father had decided that she needed more than she could get in her school, she needed a specialised place.  So here she was, standing in the drive, her bags scattered around her as she looked over the exterior of the school and felt her world had just changed into a very scary place.<br/><br/>Charlotte Jennings had always been a shy, quiet girl, preferring to read than chatter.  And if any boys tried to speak to her she would blush and hide deeper in the book.  She had never been able to speak to boys, but then she was as nervous with girls.  She only spoke to those she had known for years, and here there were none, she was alone, lost in a world she knew nothing about.  She picked up her one large holdall and a shoulder bag.  Her father had told her not to pack much, she would receive school uniform when she arrived.  Tears prickled her eyes as she walked to the entrance, wishing she was anywhere but here.<br/><br/>Pushing the large solid door open she stepped in, glancing around.  She wasn't sure what she should do, or who she should even speak too.  But her voice seemed to have left her and she stood trembling, her face pale as she felt totally out of place and had no idea what to do.  She wanted to cry, to crawl into a corner and sob, but she didn't, she stood where she was and hoped someone would come and help her.