Stalked For Fame ( Jeffrey Eli Miller )

Chapter Three

The sound of my alarm woke me up and my first dilemma of the day started, getting up, or not getting up?

I mean I was excited and all, but also very tired.

I decided to sit up and close my alarm, then, as I slowly got up, I wondered how french schools were like, despite my songs, all the songs that I listened to while I was sleeping, were french. Most of them were really boring and have almost no beat, but I liked some of them.

I grabbed some clothes and got up slowly to put them on. First day of school, October 8th, a Thursday. A thought crossed my mind: My birthday's coming up. Oh boy.

When I finished dressing up, I grabbed my phone (which was my alarm) and opened the camera to stare at myself, since our house didn't have any mirrors yet, I fixed my hair by just running my hand through it. One, two, three, fifteen times. I grabbed my snapback and placed it on my head. There.

"Looks good." I whispered to myself before locking my phone and pushing it in my back pocket. I opened my door and walked into the kitchen, seeing my mom, sitting on the floor with a bag in front of her, eating an apple.

"Mom, it looks like we just came in an old abandoned house and decided to stay here." I sighed, sitting down beside her.

"What can I say?" She sighed. "The people that were here kept everything."

"What time are the movers coming?" I grabbed an apple from the bag and took a bite, the juice almost dripping down on my chin.

"Around 9, 9:30" she said, getting up and wiping the dust off her clothes. "I probably should take a broom and clean the house a bit."

I shrugged, got up and took another bite of my apple. Who even wants to clean up? My mother. I grabbed my heavy school bag full of stuff and threw it over my shoulders. Then, I took some gum from the shopping bag laying on the floor and placed one in my mouth, I wouldn't want my breath to smell bad on my first day. I shoved the pack in the pocket of the blue hoodie I was wearing and approached my mom who was face palming.

"Can I have five bucks for lunch?" I asked, then took a little pause. "Why are you face palming?"

She reached in her pocket and took out ten canadian dollars to give it to me. "I realized that our broom is in the stuff they have to bring." I stared at her for a while and slowly started clapping whilst I was laughing. "Take your bike and go to school, you wouldn't want to be late." My mother said, glaring at me. I grinned and hugged her.

"Love you mom!" I said before closing the front door behind me and running to get my bike in the backyard.

I pushed up the kick stand with my foot and sat on my bike, putting my feet on the pedals and pushing them in a circular motion to start moving.

As I was at the end of the road, I stopped, put my feet on the ground and took out my phone. I went on google maps and searched up the name of the school.

It gave me the way and I followed it until I got to school, there were buses in the driveway, I spotted the place to lock our bikes and went over there to put mine.

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I got in what I guessed was the office and some people were there, waiting for me.

"Jeffrey?" A lady asked which made me turn my head to look at her and nod.

She started talking french to me and my eyes widened. She seemed like she knew I couldn't understand a word she was saying, and she was right.

A guy beside her got up. "Alright, she said: In this school, you'll have the same class everywhere. They placed you in drama and you start in math."