Chapter2

#Chapter2

First Day

The constant blaring of my alarm clock grated on my nerves. I whipped a pillow at the most annoying thing I would like to refer to as my nightmare. My alarm clock screamed that it was time to get up for school. I laid there with my eyes closed. I guess we’ll wait and see how the first day in a new school with unfamiliar people and a new home goes.

I hate having to start over with new surroundings and people. It took me years to get used to the last place I like to refer to as hell. It’s not that I hate school. Okay, yes, yes, I do. It’s boring, and you have the same people in every school.

Who, you may wonder, were they? People who think they are all that. They worry more about their self-image than other people’s feelings. They’re athletes or jocks who play every sport imaginable. The nerds or the unpopular kids are into every smart club there is. The party crowd who likes to party instead of worrying about school and loves to have fun and not study. The academic group that is trying for an Ivy League school. You get the picture.

Then there is me. I fit into none of those categories. Hell, I don’t even know where I fit in at school. I’m your average girl who gets good grades only because of my photographic memory. If it weren’t for that, I would fail. It doesn’t help that my IQ is 210 only because of my mind. The only reason it’s that score is that I missed some questions or waited a few extra seconds. I did that on purpose.

My other school wanted to put me into advanced classes with the so-called /"geniuses./" I declined. My words were, /"Over my dead body,/" after I flipped them off while walking away. Yes, I know for someone shy, that’s out of character since I rarely talk to people. Hand gestures not included cause you’re not speaking but talking with your hands, a loophole.

I hate dealing with this again. I knew if I didn’t get up and moving, Mom would be at my door, making sure I’m awake.

I finished getting ready when I heard knocking. Yep, my parents were like clockwork.

/"Breakfast is ready. Hurry before you’re late,/" Mom said as I gathered the rest of my things. I waved her off so I could finish in peace. I love my mom, but I hated when someone rushed me, and I’m a moody teen girl starting at a new school. Can you blame me?

I hurried into the kitchen, scarfing down my breakfast, and headed out the door. Dad dropped me off the first day, so I could get a feel for things. See everything at once and not worry about getting lost. Drat, my memory!

We arrived at the front of the school. The enormous building loomed over me, ugh. Okay, I need to breathe; it’s the only school, and after today everything is fine. I hope.

I kissed my dad on his cheek, along with a quiet goodbye, and made my way to the front doors. In case you were wondering, yeah, I say little to them too. They understand and don’t push it.

When I entered, I hear the bustling of the halls with kids. As I suspected, I saw every group of kids I listed earlier, typical.

Scanning the place, I saw a sign pointing at the principal’s office, which I headed to when I arrived. As I entered, I’m greeted by people talking, yelling, and anything else that goes on in a front office. I stood there. I hate being in an unknown place.

After most of the noise and the kids left, a woman in her early 50s greeted me with a friendly smile. She must be a secretary. I handed my paperwork to her, saying nothing. She flipped through the papers; then looked at me with a soft smile.

/"You must be the new student we’ve heard so much about here. I know you say little, and that’s okay. After some time, you’ll open to everyone,/" she said with a cheery disposition.

There’s a fat chance I’ll talk to people, lady, but thanks for the effort. It’ll be a long senior year.

She handed my schedule to me, and I smiled while in my mind, I’m rolling my eyes and groaning. I know she’s trying to be helpful, but I can’t help it. Letting out a small sigh, I turned to head to class until I ran into a brick wall. At least I thought it was a brick wall from how hard it felt.

I looked up to see a shocked look on someone’s face. The guy cocked his eyebrow as he studied me, and I returned the same look, studying him. He stood six feet with jet black hair and ice-blue eyes. His frame is well-built, as if he worked out every day. He’s clean-shaven and wearing a black tee-shirt with a pair of black jeans.

After my initial shock wore off, I pulled my bag up onto my shoulder and danced around him. Before he said anything, I already disappeared through the crowd on my way to class.

Yep, this year would thrill.