She didn’t know the reason why she would always feel self-conscious in front of good looking males. She blamed her own shallowness and quick judgements of a person with first impressions; it was something she hated about herself. How she would always wonder if her hair was neatly tied or if her face was not at an attractive angle whenever there was an attractive candidate of the opposite around.      But she was only partly at fault; she had to blame her low self esteem for it.     Forcing her lips to display the cutest smile she can fake, the said girl did the quickest greeting in her 15 years of existence, hoping she pulled off a decent first impression in front of the richest kids in the area.      The silence was thick and heavy. Thirty pairs of eyes glared at her figure up and down and deep into her soul with judgemental looks and unreadable expressions. She felt , as if she was standing in front a wide audience in her birthday suit. The feeling seemed unfamiliar and tugged her arteries in all different places and made her heart increase speed.     “We don’t normally get new students, but I’m sure you’ll fit in just fine.” The older man dressed in a dark brown suit ushered the new female student to a spare seat, his smile not fading away until he reached the front of the classroom again, ready to continue with his lecture. Don’t normally get new students?     The girl wondered what odds she went against to have the pr