Fizzled out

Chapter 1

Chapter one

My Gran had always told me to dream big and reach for the stars. She said life's a bit of a pick 'n mix but if you choose the right ones it can lead you to a world of opportunites. That was before my Gran died. Now all I get is my dad's continious put downs. Who thinks he's been there done that and seen everything. He tells me we're not living in a fairytale so sink back into reality and deal with it.

My name's Sydney, you know the kind of name your parents give you to be unique and original. But ends up being the laughing point of the straggled loser on their first day. Making them feel lonely, heartbroken and wanting to curl up into a little ball and never come out again. Well that's how I felt walking into St Mary's Elementry school. The new kid. With brightly shined shoes and a pristine uniform.

Why did it even have to end up like this? Living with my dad and his fiancee in London with some British snobs. Why couldn't we just go back to the old days when it was just mum, dad and me in our apartment in Ohio USA. Sure it was a little squished and there was always the sound of passing cars, but that would mean mum wouldn't have left us and gone off with some spanish guy to live in Maine.

As I approached the school office butterflys filled my tummy, jittering and flittering making my stomach lurch. All the usual thoughts were buzzing through my head of 'are they gonna like me? Will they laugh at my name? Am I gonna be a loner for the rest of my school years?' As I walked into the door of my first class, year 10 extention English my eyes scanned around looking for a suitable place to sit. Not to near the front, I don't want to look like I'm too eager. Just as I was wondering if I should sit with a nice looking girl with a dark almost black long coloured hair the teacher strolled in with a bit to much eagerness for my liking.

"Take your seats everyone," my new teacher called across the room. I made a beeline for the midnight haired girl just as a guy took my place judging by the kiss he planted on her cheek I'm guessing he was her boyfriend. I felt my cheeks blushing so I quickly took the closest avaliable seat.

"Right," Mr Bruntley said while organising the books on his desk. I knew what he was going to say before he even said it. The dreaded moment always came each year. But this time it was worse. "Take out your books and write about what you did over the summer break."

There was a wave of groans around the class and Mr Bruntley's eyes landed on me.

"Ahhhhh I almost forgot, we have a new student joining us this year. Sydney would you like to stand up so the class can see you?"

I gulped and gingerly pushed out my chair and stood up. Feeling everyone starring at you is not something I paticularly like, it just reminds me too much of before my parents divorce.

"Everyone this is Sydney Brown our new addition to the class. I expect you to all be friendly to her and welcome her to our class."

I retreated back to my seat only to find my new challenge. What did I do in the holidays? I thought to myself. Well for starters my mum moved to Maine with her new boyfriend, the love of her life apparently (like I haven't heard that before). Then my Gran died, and now I'm being forced to stay in London. Yeah right, I can't write about any of that stuff. Half an hour later my page, still blank I retired to writing about the move from Ohio to London.

When the bell rang, I slowly started to pack away my stuff into my backback as Mr Bruntley mentioned our assignment for the week. I froze. Did I just hear my teacher right?

"Any questions Sydney about the homework or anything?" my teacher asked without the slightest concern in his voice.

"Um yeah the homework... sorry what did we have to do?"

"Oh it's nothing to worry about all you have to do is right an essay about your biggest most wildest dream." My heart was racing, my legs started trembling. I stumbled out of the class room with the last few people wandering off to their next class. I took out my map to try and get that image out of my mind of when... when...

"You look like you've seen a ghost!" said a sandy haired boy who had come out of the classroom behind me.

" Oh my gosh you scared me!" I said breathing heavily as I lent up against the wall.

"Sorry , I'm Daniel."

"Sydney" I said with a sigh

"Nice name," Daniel said with a laugh.

"Don't talk about it please," I pleaded starting to regret talking to this kid. I started.

"No I like it. It's a cool name. Unique..." Daniel started to say.

"Look could you just show me where room 21 is?" I said desparate to turn the conversation away from my name.

"Sure," Daniel said a little taken back. "Follow me."

By the time the bell rang signalling the end of the day I was utterly exhausted. So much had happened here on my first day. How was I suppossed to survive the whole year?! I trudged down the stairs towards my locker heaving my big backpack along with me. Once I reached the rows of lockers I started searching for locker 106.

"Hey Melbourne," called Daniel cheekily. I spun around on my heel to see the sandy haired boy. I glared at him and folded my arms. "Not in the mood," I quickly found my locker, threw my stuff in and slammed the door. I grabbed my bag and walked out in a huff only stopping to check he hadn't taken my bad mood too seriously. Who does that! I mean act like their your best friend after meeting you that day. I guess he was only being friendly. But I'm not giving him any sympathy. As I walk through the school gates I realize. If I hadn't fallen I wouldn't even be here. If I hadn't fallen my life would be so much better.

Authors notes:

This is my first story so sorry if this first chapter is to long or to short. :)

Hahaha sort of like a cliff hanger a bit :0

Ohh and sorry about the british snobs bit I know you guys arn't :)

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