I have never given thought that I would have a loving family...or even discover happiness and the warmth of love. Though who would adopt a child who can't stand the idea of being touched? Or barely leaves the room in the orphanage? As the years went...
"Elsa!" I hear a voice yell, showing no respect for my sleep. I grimace and scrunch a pillow over my face as the voice becomes louder, hearing the thumping of footsteps upon the floors coming closer. I snuggle closer into my bed and fall back to sleep, that is until I hear my bedroom door slam against the wall. A heavy load of weight landing upon my body, gushing the air out of my lungs for a moment.
"Elsa! Wake up! Wake up!" Anna shook my shoulders as she yelled. I groaned as I start to take off the covers and my pillow is removed. I adore my sister, but I do not enjoy waking up in the morning with her yelling.
"Anna, go back to sleep," I mumble out. I sat up and looked at her with half lidded eyes.
"Geez, no reason to be grumpy... but anyways don't you remember?! We have to go to school! I'll be a Freshman and you'll be a Junior!"
What is she talking about? I think as I rub my eyes and yawn. Wait a moment...Oh my goodness!
I quickly open my eyes and jump out of bed and towards the bathroom. I hear Anna groaning behind me as she flops unto my bed. I take care of my necessities and grab my schoolbag with my supplies. Anna and I rush down the stairways towards the kitchen, and she spins on the chair besides the kitchen island whilst I grab an apple.
It's been about seven years since our parents adopted us and Anna and I had changed our names to Arendelle. It took me about a great while to get used to having loving parents, as I was never accustomed to being fed or embraced lovingly. I never experienced how true parents are to be with their children, and Mother and Father remind me every day that I am loved. I then started to grow out of my insecurities, and throw my past behind me and to actually learn being loved. Yet, there were still scars that my biological parents have planted onto me that I can never heal from.
I told them that I wanted to learn what and where children my age learned. They sent me to school, but I ran towards home the minute some of my peers wanted to become friends with me, bombarding me with questions and such to know me more. They overwhelmed me and my parents then realized that I could not associate with people without having a panic attack. So, they decided to give me a home tutor, and for seven years I have been home schooled.
My tutor helped me greatly with my academic studies, but she also taught me the women arts. Posture, voice tone, grace, manners, etc. I learned all these teachings from her. Anna would sometimes not understand some of my sayings, as I tend to use big words, hence me reading books three years above my age level. Then in the recent past two months, my parents decided that I should experience high school and told my tutor that she would not have to teach me anymore. However, I seem to forget that I am to attend school today!
I throw away the core of the apple and my father walks in. I know that he loves his coffee in the mornings and start to brew the coffee.
"Good day, Father. How was your slumber?" I ask as I pour coffee into a mug and mix milk with sugar into it. Anna just sighs as she lays her forehead against the marble counter of the island, splaying her arms upon it. Father gently picks up one of her arms and lets it go to dangle towards the floor, Anna turns her head sideways to pout at Father but he heeds no attention to her.
"Morning, Elsa. I slept good." He sits down next to Anna on one of the island chairs and took out the morning newsletter. I offered him his morning coffee and he accepts it.
"Are you going to be alright? I know that this would be a bit strange for you, not being home schooled anymore," Father warily asks.
"I believe for it to be difficult as it is a new environment that I will be learning in with students my age. However, I believe that I can manage. I lack in my social skills, but not in my confidence," I reply as I cross my arms over the island.
"Don't worry about it, Elsa. I trust that you'll pull through. I'm sure that by the end of today, you will have friends," Father assures me as he tickles Anna awake.
"Yeah I know Elsa will have friends cuz she's cool!" Anna exclaims as she tries to pry off Father's hands from her ticklish areas.
"I believe the correct term is 'because' not 'cuz'," I correct her.
"Elsa!" Anna whined. Father chuckled as this tends to happen many times where I correct Anna and her speech.
"Elsa, I don't have to take school to know that. Jeez!" Anna sarcastically said.
"Speaking of school, you guys...I mean girls(when I raised an eyebrow at him) need to go," Father informs us as he stops tickling Anna.
"Oh man! Elsa, come on we're gonna be late!"
I quickly grab my keys as Anna rushes to get her bag, kiss Father's cheek and make my way towards the garage. There I get in my blue with white stripes camaro, a birthday present from Mother and Father. I start the car as Anna climbs through the window, and I shake my head from her actions but she shrugs it out as if it were not a safety hazard. Since Anna has not yet turned of age to drive, I am responsible for her transportation.
On our way to school, Anna tells me the direction of our school as she plays with the radio. She stops on my favorite channel and we hear Crystallize by Lindsey Stirling.
"Elsa? Are you excited to go to school?" Anna asks suddenly.
"I believe that I shall be alright Anna. I would say it would be swell, but I cannot foretell the future," I honestly responded.
"Okay then, but kids there don't have the same personality traits you have. Remember what I taught you last night of telling what kind of people there are like jocks, geeks-"
"Anna! We should not judge people just by their appearances!" I interrupted her.
"Jee wiz okay then," Anna continued, "And there will be people that will mislead you into thinking that they want to be your friends, but don't worry not all of them will be jerks. Some are proper like you, and some might be rude and such." I appreciate that Anna looks out for me, but I'm not a vulnerable babe.
After some driving from our territory and onto the street, Anna continues to give me directions even when I have a GPS. We talk during the drive and music flows through the car, Anna even stuck out her arms as I drive. In the distance I see a tall building, but it seems to be made out of windows than by walls since glass covers the most part of it and areas with no glass is replaced by a black background and steel columns outside. I turn around a corner and head towards the school building. I pass through the majestic iron gates and drive into the long driveway to reach the students' parking lot and park my car.
As I take my key out, I take deep breaths and try to relax. You can do this Elsa. You will have to experience situations out of your comfort zone. Anna clasps my hand and gives me a squeeze of reassurance. I take another deep breath and grab my schoolbag and proceed to get out of the car. I do not know what to expect, but I have a sensation that it would be an interesting day.
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