Chapter 3

"You better hurry up or else you will be late, it is rude to keep Manny waiting in the car". Mother began chastising me once again as she cleared the plates from the kitchen table.

Secretly rolling my eyes, she slapped me upside the head! "How did you-"

"I know everything!" she cut me off already knowing what I was going to complain about.

Huffing, I grabbed my school bag and headed out the door, "Byeeee! Oh and bye Eddie! Have a good day at work!"

Snickering to myself, I shut the front door just as heard my dad groaning in agonizing pain.

I looked out to the small driveway that was crammed with dad's crappy black car and Manny's tan 2009 Honda Accord.

I immediately feel myself beginning to distance. Manny is polite enough, but the agency sends him to pick me up and take me to school and back. My father warned me to not trust anyone, not even the people in the agency because anyone can be paid off with the right price.

I sit in the back seat of the car and before I can even get my seatbelt on Manny begins firing off the usual questions, but I've learned to ignore him for the most part.

"How's your morning so far ms. Romano-Zhang?"

"Fine" I answer in a monotone voice.

"Are you excited for school today? I wish I was in high school again, those days were the best!"

"Mm"

"What kind of lunches do they serve in the Cafeteria? I know I loved school pizza!"

"Don't know, I bring lunch from home" keeping my responses as short as possible.

"Don't worry miss! I am sure you won't have to be at school for too much longer!" Manny turned back and smiled at me before turning back around to focus on driving.

"Yeah . . ."

'Now that was different . . . ' the voice in my head goes off.

Manny has never said that to me before, but I may just be overthinking again . . .

We finally arrived, as I got out and closed the car door behind me. There is a weird feeling in my stomach.

"Goodbye miss Romano-Zhang!" Manny waved, but his smile looked almost forced and not his usual "happy-go-lucky" grin.

Nodding my head in acknowledgement, I turned and left towards the school entrance.

'Don't. Over. Think. It.' I kept repeating this like a chant in my head as I headed towards my first class. 'He usually calls me by my fake last name, not my real one . . .'

Walking down the halls, most of the kids got out of my way except for the few who tried sucking up to me. I've already managed to shake most of the annoying dumbasses in my school who heard my family is from money due to the types of clothing I wear (hey! I enjoy beautiful clothes, sue me!)

With my cold personality, I apparently become seen as a challenge by the popular boys.

I mentally sigh while ignoring all the looks being thrown at me. Some are in disgust and some are by lust. Public school is just as horrible as private school.

'Huh- funny, those airheads haven't ran up to me yet trying to compliment my entire being'. I suddenly remember the annoying trio who ran the school before I got here. Typical meangirls routine as the 3 most popular girls in school who bullied others. Thinking that I could improve their stupid clique, they refuse to leave me alone. They usually would be clinging to my arms by now, where are they?

'3 weird things happened today . . .isn't there a saying about bad news coming in 3's?'