Lost in Paris

Chapter One

Ok, maybe letting all the crickets out in the science lab wasn't the best idea, but it was the best I could do. After all of my attempts to get out of Ridgemore private school I finally got expelled. The lecture was well worth watching rich kids scream at the crickets bouncing down the hallways. One girl was sent to the nurse because she got so terrified she fainted. The funny thing was, she landed on a box of crickets, they jumped all over her, good thing she wasn't awake she would have had a heart attack. Now it's time to talk to my parents.

My parents are the most overbearing, overprotective people on the planet. I can't leave the house without them know where I was going, who is going to be there and down to the minute what my plans are. Before I call anyone, my parents insist on speaking to them. I was 15 and I still had a babysitter! My life consisted of homework and trying to get out of private school so I can be a normal kid going to public school. All of the stunts I pulled were purely to get out of Ridgemore.

Ridgemore was my absolute least favorite place on the planet. Everyone dresses the same, in all of the popular clothes and shoes. I got made fun of for not looking like a Barbie Doll. Everyone did the same sports. I wanted to paint, but the art class was just digital design the art teacher claimed that when applying for jobs it is more important to have technology backgrounds. I was quite hated at Ridgemore, my only chance to get out of the bullying and un-diverse environment, was to get into public school.

The principle had told me to wait on the steps of the school for my parents, so I sat in the heat of Florida spring. I sat playing with my long wavy dirty blonde hair thinking about what was to come. I knew I would be severely punished, but wasn't being stuck with such parents punishment enough? Apparently not. I saw my dad pull up to the school.

"Sarah Scarlet Lire!" My father Wailed from the grey minivan. I grabbed my backpack and jogged to the car.
"Hey dad!" I clucked weakly, trying to sound brave. I stared at him, his brown hair slicked back, his tie half on like he sprang out of the house as soon as he got the call, his eyebrows knit with concern.
"Do you have any idea how much trouble your in?" My father growled, clutching the steering wheel like it was the neck of his enemies. He began to drive the car in pure rage.
"Well now that you say that-" I tried to reply before he cut me off.
"You need to be more responsible, me and your mother sent you to Ridgemore to help you," my dad insisted, though it felt like a lie. No one at Ridgemore understood me, they all thought I was crazy.
"Helping me would be sending me to public school where normal people are," I hissed. My dad slammed on the brakes with pure disgust.
"I went to Ridgemore! Are you saying I'm not normal?" My dad hollered.
"That's not what I meant," I mumbled.
"Let's just go, I'm done," my father said, sounding like a dad talking to the biggest disappointment of a daughter in the world.