I Know What You're Thinking

Chapter 2

BEEP BEEP BEEP

My alarm screeches at me from beside my bed.

I didn't want an alarm clock. Mum bought me one. I think she needs it more than me, she is late everywhere.

The clock continues to beep. I jab at the button, trying to silence it. It refuses and continues to make the obnoxious sound. I yank it off the bedside table and shove it in the bottom of my wardrobe, under piles of clothes.

"CORDELIA!" My father's voice makes me jolt. "Are you getting ready?" He yells up the stairs. Ready? Ready for what? I think. Oh crap. My first day of year 12. Thats today.

I pull my new school uniform out and scrunch up my face. It's a dress - a blue one with that square pattern you only ever see on school dresses. I've been dreading today for months. How did I forget? Staring Year 12 sounds stressful enough, let alone in a new town.

You're probably wondering why i'm starting at a new school.

You might be asking if I was home schooled.

I wasn't.

My parents uprooted me right after Year 11 ended. They shoved my stuff in the car. I didn't even know they were thinking about moving. They hadn't been, or I would have known. So I was extremely surprised when they showed up at school, right after the bell went and virtually pushed me in the car. They only let me hug my one friend, and she promised to stay in touch. She hasn't. I have. She hasn't replied.

She probably forgot about me. She probably thought 'yay that weird girl is gone.' She had every right to, I suppose. 

Well as my parents drove off from school, I stared out the window while we passed our house. Their thoughts told me that we were moving. I asked where we were going. Their thoughts told me that too. That's how I ended up here, in Broome, Western Australia.

Don't get me wrong. It's beautiful here. I just don't understand why. I've tried to figure it out, but all their thoughts have told me is snippets, not enough. Whenever I ask them they just tell me that we needed a change of scenery.

Maybe they did.

I sure didn't.

So that's my backstory. 

Maybe it's my villain arc.

I mean, I already have an un-humanly power. 

What do you think?

Why on earth an I asking what you think?

Have I finally gone mad?

"CORDELIA!" My mother screams. "WHERE ARE YOU? 10 MINUTES! THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE! DON'T PULL OUT ANY '5 MORE MINUTES' TALK! BRAT!" Her voice snaps me back to reality. Yep my mother just called me a brat. 

Don't feel sorry for me, I'm used to it.

I pull the dress on, it's scratchy fabric sits strangely on my shoulders. I'm quite tall, so the dress feels incredibly short. Fun. You know, it's about time uniforms catered for people of different heights. I brush my long brown hair into a plait and forcefully shove all of my books into my bag, ready to be banished to my locker at school. My laptop ends up in there too.

I hurry down the stairs. My 10 minutes is almost up. I step onto the ground floor just as Dad prepares to yell up the stairs.

"CORDELIA. Oh hello. Good. Have you had breakfast?" He asks, squinting down his nose at me. I shake my head. He sighs, then speaks, his voice laced with disappointment. "I thought I raised you better Cordelia. Now remember, we expect nothing less than A's." He ushers me into the kitchen.