CoD characters in movies and tv shows.

CoD characters in Mean Girls - 1 of multiple parts.

My name is Horangi.

Today is my first day of actual school. I say "actual" because I've been homeschooled for the entirety of my childhood. I'm 16 years old and I have never been to a public school. Wait, homeschooled? I know what you may be thinking. There's a certain stereotype that homeschooled kids are freaks. Well, we'll come back to that later. 

The day started fairly normal, just my parents rushing around on my first day of school, somehow managing to make their words sound like the humming of a mockingbird, a fairly normal start for my day. I would say that my family is pretty normal, to say the least. 

"Do you know your phone number and your house address? Here, I wrote it down on this piece of paper just so that you don't forget!" Dad bayed. 

He passes me the piece of paper, as I look down at it.

"Yes, I won't forget!" I reply hurriedly, I don't want to be late.

My Dad also hands me some money.

"And here," he pauses, his sentence trailing off.

"I got some lunch money for you, Horangi. You can use it at a vending machine, the older kids should show you how to do that."

Mom chimed in, "Have you got what you need? Here's a photo so you don't feel sad for being away from us!" She bellows, handing me a picture frame that displays a photo of me and my parents.

Dad then barges in, putting on a "try-not-to-scare-the-new-born-cubs" sort of tone. "Also, if you get scared today in school, just say to the teacher: "My name's Horangi, and I'm feeling pretty scared." He chirps.

"Are you ready?" Dad asks, he puts on a quizzical tone.

"Yes, I am!" I respond.

Dad then takes out the polaroid camera. Mum begins to sob, almost as if this entire thing has been rehearsed multiple times, as dad begins to snap some pictures of me. "Make sure to smile!" He beckons. 

I then begin to walk away, as I then hear my parents shout and wave at me, saying "Goodbye!" I reply back. I turn the bend and begin to walk down the street.

Now, where was I? Ah yes, some people think that homeschooled kids are freaks, I was in the international spelling bee and won for flawlessly managing to spell one of the longest words in the dictionary, Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. I mean, homeschooled kids aren't THAT bad, aren't they? Well, you see. The truth is I was born in South Korea. My parents are both zoologists, therefore me and both my parents travel the world, and I was constantly moving all of my life. However, I've always had an urge to go into a career that involves working in the military. I recently moved to the continental USA, Illinois to be specific, since my mom was offered a career in the more lecture-y kind of stuff. There went my free maths lessons learning how to count pandas and my knowledge on animals. 

But, I mean, high school can't be THAT bad, can it?

Can it?

I reach school, but the lesson has already started. I rush to my first lesson. Which room is it? Who was the teacher called? Mrs Laswell? I think it was. Once I'm there, I fling open the door and walk in. 

"Oh, sorry I'm late." I say in an apologetic tone. I then walk up to the lectern, before the teacher begins to welcome me to her class.

"We have a new student joining us today. This is Horangi." Mrs Laswell then points to a chair on the far side of the classroom, signalling for me to walk to the chair. I then hurriedly sit down and begin clumsily unpacking my stuff onto my desk.

I then zone out a little. But then...

"Psst! Hey, you!" Someone whispers from the column across from me. I look over at the source of the noise. The source of the noise is emanating from a person, a male. He has fair brown skin, caramel brown eyes, with some facial hair here and there, with shaved brown hair.