This Is Where We Start

<-Jacob->

Why did they do this to me? I was perfectly fine in LA and now I'm stuck in some stupid small town in the middle of nowhere. Sometimes, I believe my parents have brains smaller than the atoms that make them up.
So sorry about that. I'm just a little stressed about this move. I mean, my parents just took me out of my perfect life and planted me here, saying I need to be a normal teenager and such. It's pretty messed up, once you think about it.
I'm going off topic again. I need to tell you about my early life before you can follow me in my present one. Okay, so anyway, hello. My name is Jacob Noland and I'm fifteen, but I'm no ordinary teen. When I was only eight years old, I was cast in a blockbuster movie and made a star. I know right? It's every kid's dream to become a movie star and it actually became my reality and everyday life.
After that, I did five more movies and I'm still going today. I've met some of the greatest actors and actresses of the century. We lived in Los Angeles up until now in a huge mansion. Like I said before, it was a perfect life.
But, out of the blue, Dad announced that he received a job opportunity somewhere in Wyoming. He said that it offered him more money than he'd ever earn at his old laboratory. What I didn't get was why he wanted to move if I could make the money. I could earn more money than he could in his life, but he was decided.
So, with a lot of muttering and curses, I packed up my bags and moved here. And now, of course, my parents are making me go to school. Who does that!
They think it's for the best, but I want nothing of the sort. The only reason I'm going without a fight is because it'll make my parents happy.
We pull up to the building and park. If this is the school, I wonder how the jail appears.
It's all faded and made of brick, with a lonesome flag pole in the dying grass. All that's missing is a barbed wire fence and barred windows and this could also function as a prison.
"Um, Dad?" I say. "You're positive that this is the school?"
"Yes, Jacob," he sighs.
"Lord, help me," I whisper. I push open the entrance doors and turn left into the office.
We check in with the secretary at the front desk and say our goodbyes. My mother wishes me a good school day. My father merely waves as they leave me behind. After my parents walk out, a girl gives a curious look into the office, but the look quickly turns to shock as she pounds down the hallway. Well, I guess my arrival won't go unannounced.
The secretary kindly hands me a piece of paper with times and subjects. A class schedule. She gently explains how I get to my first class and where I should go after that. Once I have the directions all vaguely memorized, she sends me on my way.
As I step out into the hall, though, I see the rush. Girls are booking it towards me, but I expected something along these lines to happen. They scream and giggle as they crowd me and I try to say hello to most of them. I look down the hall and see that it's completely empty.
Empty, except for the girl giving me a ferociously dirty look. But, as I try to push my way towards her, she spins on her heel and disappears from my sight.