"The secret of being happy is accepting where you are in life and making the most out of everyday."
I repeat this quote over again in my head as I straighten up the last piece of my hair. Once every strand is straightened and styled exactly how I like it, I place my straightener on the heat protector on my vanity and unplug it from the wall. I swipe my lip balm across my lips before exiting my bedroom, grabbing my satchel before closing the door behind me. Even though it's only my father and I living here, I always make sure to close my bedroom door anyway. It's just a habit I guess.
I slowly make my way down stairs and into the kitchen, where my dad is currently making himself some toast whilst talking to someone through his earpiece. I skim past him on my way to fridge, grabbing out the packed lunch I prepared earlier that morning. Instead of buying my lunch at school, I pack my own food. There is still at least an hour until I need to be at school, but as it is kind of in walking distance. I am going to head to the cafe for breakfast and then walk to school when I'm done. I mean, I am under no circumstances going to show up super early to socialise at a school where I know absolutely no one. Why would I?
Now that I know where I am going, it takes me around seven minutes to get to the cafe, and as it is basically empty apart from three other people, I takes me no time to order myself something warm to drink.
When my drink is ready, I'm pleasantly surprised to see Rose from last night come over and sit on the chair next to me, bearing her warm beverage. She takes a sip before speaking.
"Schools not going to be as bad as you think, okay." I look up, wondering how she knows what I'm thinking.
"It's just that I don't know anyone here, you know? I'm not good at making new friends." She smiles at me, tapping my hand with hers, before standing up again and taking her mug. "You'll be fine dear."
It's so strange that I only met this lady yesterday, yet it feels like it has been much longer. Her words leave me with some kind of comfort. Maybe today will be fine. I mean, I'm not good with making new friends, but I did manage to make my old friends like me, so I guess it can't be as bad as I am making out.
I finish my drink and pay the waitress. She introduces herself as Ebony, and I guess her to be around twenty. Everyone here seems so kind, so maybe everyone at school will have the same attitude. It is a comforting prospect to me, and it manages to calm my nerves in the slightest.
And calm is definitely something I need in my life at this current moment in time.
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DING! DING! DING!
The sound of Westminster High's bell sounded throughout the crowded hallway as I pushed past the large groups of lingering students, my new class schedule in hand.
English 107, Period Two, Mrs Foster.
The classroom was unexpectantly quiet when I arrived, everyone already being seated. And no, there was not only one seat left, right next to the cutest boy in the class and 'm forced to sit there and we fall in love and have babies, blah blah blah. That doesn't happen in real life. In reality, there were about five spae seats in the classroom, so I chose to sit in the back at a seat near the window. The seat next to me was only empty for a short amount of time, before an attractive boy with light coloured hair and blue eyes sat in it, turning towards me and smiling.
"Hey, I'm Alex!" Someone, a girl who looked just like Alex, I'm assumming his sister, sat in front of me and turned around. She introduced herself as Ana.
"Hi, uh, I'm Tori" I replied meekly, my thick aussie accent extremely noticable among the british accents that could be heard throughout the room.
Alex moved to open his mouth, but before he could say anything, a deep voice cut him off. I whipped my head to the front of the room. That voice is so familiar! Flashing lights appeared behind my eyelids for a split second, before my eye sight returned to normal. I clutched the desk for a few moments, trying to shake the feeling of dizziness that had just clouded over me.
There is no way that voice belongs to 'Mrs Foster'.
