The Tech Girl

Chapter 2

A/N: Really short bit, still boring... don't worry, I'll post more tonight and then we'll get some action :)

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Today’s the first day of school. I’ve already showered and eaten breakfast, I’m just trying to decide what I should bring with me, as I have no idea what classes I’ll have and ‘cause I’m transferring in the middle of the first semester. Finally, I decide to just bring my laptop, a couple notebooks, my special pencils and some pens. If I end up needing anything else... oh well.

Now for the clothes... I’m currently sitting here in a tank top and shorts, but there’s no way I’d wear it to school. I need to make the right first impression. I go for my trademarks look and pull out a clean pair of fatigues, leaving my black tank top as is. For the final touches, I blouse my pants and tuck them into my combat boots as well as pulling my hair up into a ponytail.

Suddenly I hear my mom yelling at me from downstairs. “SAMANTHA GREYSON! ARE YOU READY YET?”

Chuckling, I roll my eyes and grab my bag on my way downstairs. Mom was waiting for me at the bottom.

“Sam... can’t you wear something nicer for your first day?”

I give her an incredulous look “You’re kidding, right mom? I always dress like this”

She sighs at me “Yeah, I know... and I approve... but it’s your first day at a new school! You don’t want to get pegged as trouble right off the bat because of how you dress!”

I give her another look

Laughing she raises her hands “Fine, you win, but don’t come whining to me when you get in trouble for asking to borrow a pencil”

I smirk at her “Yes ma’am”

That one made both of us burst into hysterics. Man, I love my mom! So we stood there laughing for a good five minutes before she gasps and checks her watch.

“Sam! We’re running late now! Go get your ass in the car, I’ll be there in a second”

I should mention that my mom’s got pretty bad fibromyalgia, which makes her incredibly sensitive to pain and fatigued all the time. She manages pretty well with medications and things, but she doesn’t move like she used to.

So I ran out to the car and waited patiently for her. She didn’t take too long to get there actually, but she still hates the fact she’s slower than she was twenty years ago. We both got in the car and drove to school in a comfortable silence. Mom’s a damn good driver so we were there in no time at all. I was even early.

“So much for being late!” I comment, laughing.

Mom just shrugs

Rolling my eyes, I lean over across the shift gear and give her an awkward hug. “See you when school’s out. Take it easy, love you!”

What? I’m not one of those kids who hate their moms, and I’m certainly not afraid to tell her I love her. Since she was diagnosed, I’ve learned that you should just say it, you never know when things’ll take for the worst.

She smiles at me “Love you too. Now get going! You might get your schedule and to your first class before first bell this way, and avoid weird introductions by the teachers”

I huff at her and clamber out of the car, realizing that one of my boots needed it’s laces tightened in the process... oh well, maybe I can do that in class later. The moment I was out of the car and had closed the door behind me, she was gone. Thanks a lot mom.

With a sudden bout of nerves, I turn towards the school’s front doors and pause, just looking up at this place. I’m gonna miss my old school. This place seems so... cold and uninviting.

Taking a deep breath, I open the double doors and dive into the unknown.