Fallen Angel

Chapter 2

By the time I've got to school all thoughts of the boy have disappeared from my mind, and have been replaced by how screwed I am. I don't what to do! How will I talk to them? Where will I go? When I get to the school gate a swarm of children from ages 11 to 18 are hanging around outside the school. This is so strange. At the collège in France we only had children with ages 11 to 15, and the building was much smaller than this. I walk inside the school gates, and head towards a group of girls who look about my age. Suddenly I am extremely grateful to my mother for all the research she made me do on English schools, or I would have no idea of what to say to these girls. "Hello," I say when I am close enough to them. They turn around, "Um, hi," one of them says awkwardly. I feel a chill run down my spine. I had no idea how scary this would be! "Yes," I say, taking deep breaths, "Are you, by any chance, in year 11? I'm new here and I don't really know where to go," A look of understanding runs over the girls face,

"Oh right, you're the girl from France," she says, and smiles, then links arms with me,

"Yes," I exhale all the air I have gulped in. Thank god I have found a nice person,

"Come, I'll show you to the office," she says, "I'm Michelle, by the way,"

"I'm Angel," I smile,

"That's such a cool name!" she exclaims, "You're so lucky you actually have an interesting name," She calls her friends over, "Guys this is Angel," she says. There are another three of them, and they all look reasonably friendly,

"Hi, I'm Emily," one of the girls says, "And this is Ellia," Ellia doesn't respond to having someone else introduce her, just carries on looking at her phone intently.

One of the girls, who has brown hair with dark red hgihlights, looks a little suspicious, just standing there staring at me, "You said your name is Angel?" she asks, 

"Yes, it's a bit odd, short for Angelique. My mother's a bit old fashioned, don't ask,"

"No it's just... Hang on someone's calling me," she takes out her phone with a clearly dark black very much off looking screen, and half walks half runs away from us in the opposite direction,

"Ok..." Michelle says, "That's really weird, she's never done anything like that before,"

"Who is she?" I ask, "I mean, what's her name?"

"That's just Adele, she's a bit weird," Michelle says. Clearly my face is giving away my disappointment in her reaction to meeting me, "I wouldn't read too much into it," Michelle says kindly as we begin walking towards the office, "By the end of the week you'll be best friends, I promise,"

I find lessons easy. I don't know why, I just always have. I would have been moved up to lycée a few years early, but my mother refused to allow it. She said she wanted me to be with kids my age, so I just flew through the lessons easily. This was discovered by my new friends I was walking through the corridor with Michelle and Emily on the way to lunch when she asked me what subjects I was taking, "For GCSEs, I mean," she said,

"Oh, GCSEs," I said. I forgot about them. I was to obsessed with making friends that I completely forgot about the exams I have to take at the end of this year, "Well, maths, English language, English literature,"

"Yes, all the compulsory ones," she said a little impatiently,

"Triple science," I continued, "Add maths, German, Spanish, Latin, History, Geography, and," I shudder, "Music,"

Emily and Michelle stare at me with gaping mouths, "You're taking 13 subjects?" Emily says, clearly astonished at the thought of it,

"Yes," I say, slightly alarmed, "Why? Is that too many?"