.URBAN. {1 book}

.CHAPTER ONE.

I ambled down the vacant hallway sight seeing as I made my way to the main office.

Nothing was like a new start to hype up a nice mood.

I was feeling refreshed and new.

I was starting a new chapter in my book and I am looking for new drama that stirs in the world of high school.

I grinned in amusement as I saw the lobby.

I sculpted through the fine banners and postures that marked up the walls like inked tattoo.

Artistic and elegant, genteel.

I paused as I looked at the many trophies they had displayed.

Three full cases, seemly ordered by the years.

I looked at each name.

Harrington...Drew...Kennedy, nice refined classy names.

I was inspecting the gold wins when I heard a throat clear. I looked up and a woman that was about 5'7 and had a professional attire on was eyeing me suspiciously.

"Shouldn't you be in class?" She questioned firmly. I stiffly shook my head no.

She squinted.

"Yes you are. Here at Bethany High school we don't tolerate-" She said stopping mid sentence.

I countenanced a confused expression.

She literally didn't notice that she I was distinguished from the other kids, considering this could have been the first time I seen her face.

"You seem off edged." She boldly stated.

I nodded.

"I sorry, but I just enrolled. I'm Jackie Calloway." I cooed.

She hashed a breath making it, stubby.

"Oh I'm sorry. I thought you were a student that attended here already. My mistake. You can follow me." She says awkwardly scolding herself in front of me.

I gestured a 'it's fine' motion and she walked me to the office that was oddly enough waiting directly behind me.

"I am Mrs. Buckingham. I really sorry about the inconvenience." She continued.

"It's fine." I reassured as I sat in the waiting room.

Mrs.Buckingham walked down the hallway that lead to many other doors.

I looked around.

This place is so nice.

I looked down the hall to see her coming back.

"You may come." She called.

I stood and walked around the desk heading in her direction.

She took me to a door and knocked.

I heard a deep voice say, enter.

She opened the door and I looked at a man that could have been 6'6. He wore a tailored suit and a low cut.

"Uh, hello I'm Victor Spence, but you may call me Mr. Spence or Mr. S." He introduced sticking out his hand.

I shook it and took a seat.

"I've been expecting your visit this afternoon." He couched.

I smiled.

"Yes. My mom was not able to attend, but she told me sometime this week she will drop in." I said lying through my teeth.

My mom lives in Germany and my dad never was in my life. I never wanted to stay in America, but I had too.

My mom and I are not really on good terms, but I know she still cares.

Mr. Spence and I carried on a decent conversation and soon I was heading to my car.

I drove to the nearest empty parking lot.

I got out going to the trunk. I pulled out the duffle bag that I had back there and slipped in the back seat.

I took off the wig I was wearing and adjusted the rear view mirror. I fixed my natural hair and changed into some jeans and a white t-shirt.

I climbed into the front seat and turned on the car.

I drove out the parking lot, heading home...

I walked in the house and briskly went to my room.

I searched for my book and pen. I found it under my pillow.

I walked out the house locking the door behind me...

I drove to a little café that was on the other side of town. I loved to go places and write descriptions of what I thought.

This place would be the ideal vignette.

I looked over the neat written writing.

It read: Walking into a small vintage like café, that held a minimum of seven people. The smell of coffee and fresh donuts filled my noes. The floor, checkered. Walls holding many pictures and a solid crimson color. Warm heat and a low conversation from two teens that sat nearby. It's a calming setting that would sooth many. It's as if I'm home.

I sat in the comfy chair, in satisfaction.

I forced my self up as I became board of the quietness.

I guess I'll save it for another day.

I gathered my things and was heading out when I bumped into a hard object.

I feel on my bottom. I huffed and started gathering my things.

A persons hand was held out at me. I grabbed it.

"Thanks." I said before looking up.

My eyes connected with gentle brown orbs.

I looked at his eyes until I found my self staring.

"Welcome." Blinking, I backed up and walked around him.

"Wait!" I looked back and he was holding out something.

My book.

I held my chest.

"Thank you." I exhaled. He smiled.

I smiled back before turning around going out the door. I went and got in my car.

"Wow." I said sinking in my seat.

I sat up and started the car pulling out...

Jackie Calloway in multimedia