Girl, New

Chapter 2 - The First of Many Classes

MABEL

An alarm was beeping annoying loud. It took a few moments to realize that it was my annoying alarm, starting the dreadful day. But wait... I don't go to Redwood anymore! my mind said. A new energy erupted within me, my annoying alarm sounding a little more tolerable. Beds were made to stay in as I dragged my body from my safe spot.

One cool shower later, I picked out my clothes. The butterflies in my stomach still fluttering up into my throat making me feel nauseous. Black skinnies; check, loose black tank top; check, grey cardigan; check, and last but not least, black converse? Check. Scooping my wavy, tangled, and ever so slightly frizzy hair into a high ponytail I moseyed over to my makeup. My brown eyes were nothing like my mother's whose looked like a lake and sky mixed to create the most beautiful blue, and along the way accidentally trapped some of the sun's golden rays too. My shit brown eyes were darker than my hair but not by much. Sweeping some new gold eye shadow on, I squinted at my brows that were as hairy as ever. A few painful plucks later, they looked semi caveman, semi over plucked. Blinking some mascara on, I applied concealer on my dark circles, thanks to reading, and spots taking to the stairs.

"Is Dad ready?" I had finished a small bowl of oatmeal, my least favorite breakfast, but necessary for energy. Breakfast is the most important meal, after all.

"Almost he's going to work after he drops you off" my mom said stirring some milk into her coffee. I always liked that, how coffee blends in with milk, a swirl of color it made brown look prettier.

"Did you hear what I said? Mabel?" A sing song voice made it into my ear my mom was staring a me, staring at her cup.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, lunch box is on the banister."

"No, Mabel, on the counter. Sweetie, are you sure you don't want to go in a bit late, I'm sure they'd understand-"

"No! No, I'm fine just..." I stepped backwards to grab my lunch box. A Vera Bradley box I bought to try and be like the girls at my old school, to blend in.

"I don't want to be late, that wouldn't make a good impression." I said. More firmly than I though I could, looking into my mom's eyes I saw her looking worried.

"Okay, but you text me. I want to know how you're doing" she said, I turned hearing my Dad come down the steps.

"Ready?" he said, looking at mom and I.

"Yup, bye Mom" I said giving my mom a quick kiss on the cheek and grabbing my backpack, passing my Dad who was having a quick chat with my mom. A bus passed the second I walked outside and I could taste the oatmeal coming back. Forcing the butterflies down, I sat in the passenger seat just as Dad walked out the front door. The ride was shorter than I thought and a large, beautiful school came into view.

"This is close enough for you to ride your bike to, if you wanted to." Suggested my dad as he pulled up to the curb. "Yeah... We'd have to get a new lock though." I said, looking at my Dad. A sad smile spread from his mouth as he gave me a hug.

"Have a good day, I love you. I'll be a meetings all day but keep in touch with your mom."

"I will, I have to go I heard a bell ring" Breaking the hug I got out of the car and mustered the courage to walk into the school. The bell hadn't actually rung, I didn't even know if the school had bells. Redwood didn't, and that was never helpful. Many of the students hanging outside of the school craned their necks looking at, and probably judging, me as I walked into the entrance. I was quite lanky and on the taller side, like a middle school boy that had never made it into puberty but had grown a foot over the summer. I kept my head down and wished I would've worn my hair down in shield myself. Office...Okay. I just need to find the office...Office. It was like a mantra playing in my head. Finally tracking down the office, which was actually easier than I thought, I found one too many secretaries bustling about the maze of desks and connected hallways, Burmenton must be a huge school... Going to the first secretary I saw, I asked her what the hell I was suppose to do.