It will be fine. . . . I promise?

Chapter 5 ~ Cunning plan

Its always hard to make new friends when you move schools. Especially when you move countries all together. I walk down the new corriders and get awkward glares from almost everyone. Them thinking, 'whose that new girl?'. 'I wonder if she's wierd or not'. 'What if she talks another language?'. I get a cold, heavy feeling in my tummy everytime I get that look. And then someone, out of nowhere, decides to pick on the new kid. I feel myself falling towards the corrider floor. But then a pair of warm, hard hands grabbed my arm before I hit the ground. I looked up to see Harry. I looked into his piercing green eyes. They were so dreamy I get caught into them everytime they catch my gaze. He turns around and gestures to the person that tripped me up. It seemed like he had threatened them, as they bolted out of the corrider. I closed my eyes in disbelief, in what had just happened just then but when I closed my eyes, It wasnt Harry who had a hold of my arm, it was Niall. I looked at him in confusion. He just smiled back and lead me to a classroom that was filled with different instruments. A grand piano, acoustic guitars, electric guitars, violins, chellos, microphones. It was like music heaven. I closed my eyes in disbelief once again, but this time at the beauty of the room. Everyone in the class were welcoming me into the class with open arms. Niall lead me to the seat at the back next to him but when I sat down. 

I woke up.

I got up off my bed and noticed i'd been sweating. Ewww gross!! I thought to myself. I got up and walked into my un-suit. I jumped into the shower and washed myself. The dream I had the other day. Parts of it came true. The outfit I wore at the park. The snowball fight. What if the dream I had last night came true. 

I got out of the shower and put on some black skinny jeans, a blue tank top and a coat. I walked downstairs into the living room to find no one awake. I checked the time. 6.00am. Are you kidding me!? Why so early? I dried my hair and had some breakfast, considering it wouldnt be the best idea to try go back to sleep. I might end up waking up at 12. 

I flicked through the channels on the tv but found nothing but old commercials and adult programs. So I settled for cartoons. I got a few laughs out of them which was good. I needed a couple laughs to get me through the number of dreaded interviews to get through today. I was not looking forward to any of them but one. Avendale highschool. The one I had already decided on attending.

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"Rachel, seriously, Ive already chosen what school I want to go to. Ive met 4 people already. They all go to that school." I said already sick of the interviews after going to 3 pointless hour long talks with 3 different principles.

"And, I'm serious, Kodie. 1; You have to call me Mum. and 2; There might be other schools that you like better." She said with a stern voice. Why do I have to call her mum. Its so annoying. 

"Your not my mum." I said through gritted teeth. "And if you want to play it like that. Then game on." I said narrowing my eyes at her as she drove to our 4th interview. 

3 interviews later and I got turned down almost instantly thanks to my cunning plan. We were walking up the path into the office when I heard my name being called. I turned my head to see the same blonde I had met last night jogging my way, Niall I think his name was.

"Hey Kodie. Hows it going?" He said, a big grin plastered on his face, as if he was stoked to see me today.

"Hey. Niall, right? Wow you really are irish." I smirked.

"And you really are from New Zealand. Anyway, make sure this interview is the best yet, and you'l be accepted almost instantly." He assured me. Wow, an irish boy giving me advice on how to get into a school. Well thats new. Usually theyre giving advice on how to use a beer bong properly.