“Cassandra!” My mother yells impatiently up the stairs as I finish putting my shoes on. I tuck in the laces and then glance over at my full sized mirror to make sure I didn’t forget anything. After checking out my outfit I groan impatiently as my mother yells, once again, from down stairs.
“I’m coming!” I yell back as I grab my backpack and throw it over my shoulder. I run down the stairs as fast as I can without seriously injuring myself and meet my mother in the kitchen.
“Are you excited?” My mom says bouncily as she took another sip of her coffee.
“Yeah, because I absolutely love going to school.” I say sarcastically with a blank expression on my face.
“I know this is hard for you, Cass, but this is for the best.” My mom sighs deeply. She’s been saying that since we left, and I was getting sick of hearing it.
You see, last month my mom got a promotion for her job, her being a Biologist means we move a lot. I thought last time we moved was going to be it, she promised it would be. I loved California. This was our longest move yet, from California to the UK; London, to be exact. It wasn’t that bad here except for the fact that I left all my friends behind. London was nice, but I was still getting used to the culture and their accent is already starting to rub off on me, after just a week of being here. The one thing about London that I really hate is that they don’t have a Taco Bell. I mean really? Who doesn’t love Taco Bell? In California we lived a block away from a Taco Bell and I would always walk there when I was hungry; which was a lot. So now, I’ve been deprived of my Taco Bell.
Today is the day that I start school and I was dreading the day before it even started. This school has these stupid uniforms that are very uncomfortable and pretty ugly too. I don’t see why everyone in America loves the UK because as far as I’m concerned, it sucks.
My mom and I pull up to my new school, which was conveniently placed only a few miles from our house. I push the car door open and step out. I shiver as the cold air hits my face. It was so cold here, I hated it. I miss the sun and burning hot days of California; stupid London. I hug my mother and sign a quick ‘I love you’ in sign language. I had learned sign language in Kindergarten and since then it’s been our special thing.
Walking up to the school I get several stares, but it’s nothing that I’m not used to. Moving a lot meant a lot of new schools. And in every school I went to, I was the outcast. Odd stares and being called every name you could think of was just an everyday thing in my life. I was hoping that moving overseas might change that, but judging by the looks I’m getting, I don’t think it will anymore.
After picking up my schedule I decided to try and find my locker. It took me forever and I had to ask several people, who looked at me like I was some foreign life form, and gave very vague instructions to my locker. It had taken me several tries with my locker combination before I finally gave up and went to the office. After giving me another combination I roamed the halls until I found my locker again. Once the locker was open I shove in my backpack, grab my binder, and head to my first class, which I was late too. Could this day get any worse?
I was even later to my first class by now after getting lost, several times. I push open the door to my math class and hold back a blush as the class watches me. Geez, what am I, a television show? The teacher scolds me and writes my name down on the tardy list. First day of school and I’ve already gotten in trouble; yay me.
“Sit next to Harry.” She says and points to an empty seat on the front row.
I walk over and sit next to, who I’m assuming is, Harry. The teacher handed me the assignment and tells me its due at the end of class. Harry continued writing on his assignment, didn’t even acknowledge my presence.
“Hi.” I say, trying to be polite.
“Oh, hey.” He looks at me for a second, just noticing I’m here. He turns back to his work and continues to scribble down the answers.
“I’m Cassandra, but most people call me Cass.” I continue, trying to keep up a conversation. I quickly pull out a notebook and start on the assignment. We had already done this chapter last month at my old school, so it’s pretty easy.
“I’m Harry.” He says in a whisper. I just nod my, sensing he doesn’t want to talk to me. After finishing the assignment I realize we still have 15 minutes left in class. Glancing over I see the Harry is done also and was staring at the clock.
“So…” I attempt to start a conversation, “How’s your day been?” I ask.
“It’s been okay.” He says quietly. I nod at him, not really sure how to continue.
“Is the weather always this bad in London?” I ask, watching the grey clouds outside the window. The smell of rain drifted in through the open window making it obvious it was going to rain soon.
“Pretty much.” Harry replied bluntly, a hint of annoyance tinting his voice.
“Oh.” I whisper. I continue to stare out the window for a few minutes and watch as the rain drops start to fall from the clouds; told you.
“So, how are you?” I start again I know he’s really annoyed but it’s very amusing.
“Didn’t you already ask that?” He snapped narrowing his eyes at me.
“Nope, I asked how your day was, there’s a difference.” I reply in an overly happy voice and send him a mocking smile. If possible, his eyes narrowed more. If looks could kill, I’d be ten feet under.
“I’m. Fine.” He se replies through gritted teeth, looking even more annoyed.
I open my mouth to ask another question when Harry sees me he pushes away from his chair and walks out of the classroom. The teacher continued to type lazily on his computer.
“Rude much?” I mumble under my breath. I look at the clock once more and mentally do a happy dance when I realize the bell should ring any second now. I watch the little red hand clicks away. I count down the seconds my body already hovering above my seat. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, freedom! Grabbing my stuff I run from the class. I hate math.
