Popstar on the run

Chapter 2

"Sarah Connor?"

"Yup."

"Sarah Connor is my fake name?!"

"Yes Mickey, now go ask the delivery guy that what's taking him so long!" I glared at her.

"Can you get more original?" I folded my arms and huffed. She chuckled.

"Oh, this is the best thing after I found out that Matt Bomer is gay," She giggled and covered her face, "I mean, people used to say 'All the good guys are gay!', but I never believed it. I feel like crying right now." She motioned me to go have a round of the new house.

I narrowed my eyes at her but proceeded checking out the new house. In America.

Yup, hello fellow 'Muricans. 

It was a simple two story house, in a simple neighbour hood with friendly people. 

When I reached the room I picked for my bedroom, I quickly flopped down on the empty bed with nothing but a mattress. I took out my walllet and opened it, seeing the picture fixed on it.

My parents.

I was three or maybe four then. We were at a park having a picnic and then suddenly, this guy comes and takes a picture of us. He said it was something about a university project.

I smiled at the memory and took the photo out, hugging  it close.

My parents allowed him to use the picture for his project, but only if we got a copy of it. I love this picture, mainly because we all look so carefree in it, absorbed in the chirping of the birds and the laughter of children playing.

My eyes started watering and a quiet sob escaped past my lips. 

"I miss you guys so much." I murmured, hoping someone would hear me and answer me, but like always, I was greeted with nothing but silence.

"Come down for a second, Mik!" Aunt yelled from downstairs and I reluctantly got out of bed.

"Coming!" I shouted back.

After tumbling down the stairs, I went in the living room, and sure enough aunt was standing there, motioning me to move the sofas to the right place.

Me being me, I didn't fight it, simply because I knew better than to start a brawl with her. Once you started, you never win. Trust me, aunt's the one who'll always, always win, no matter how much you try.

Trust me, I've tried.

*

"I'm hungry!" I whined and stomped my foot.

"Then go eat something." My aunt replied and then proceeded to place the vase on the right position.

"I woulkd if I could find something!" I snorted while aunt just sighed.

"You know, there is this magical thing called delivery where there is this magical person who notes down your order and then flies on a magical unicorn to get you the magical food you wanted." She deadpanned, "Ever heard of it?"

I folded my arms and clicked my tongue, refraining to say anything else.

Aunt and her stupid sarcasm.

Quickly I dialed the nearest pizza place. 

"Thankyou for calling, what would you like to order?" The guy asked in a cheerfull tone.

"A large pepperoni pizza, a bowl of salad with all the toppings and a 1.5 liter pepsi." 

The guy paused and for a second I thought he hung up.

"I'm sorry, but can you repeat that slowly? Your accent is too thick for me to understand." He blabbeled and I narrowed my eyes, even though he couldn't see me.

'Muricans.

I repeated my order slowly so that he gets it.

"Your address, maam?" I blinked.

"My what?"

"Your house address, the place you live in?" The guy replied slyly and I smacked my forehead.

"I- uh, I don't know where I.. live?" I clumsily finished.

"Is this a joke? You don't know where you live? I'm hanging up." The guy almost snarled, obviously flustured with me. 

The situation was so funny that I wanted to laugh, but my stomach started making noises and I realized how hungry I really am.

"No-no, wait I'll ask my aunt." After lots of yelling, and asking I finally ended the call.

The pizza was soon delivered, and after eating and simply lounging around, I went to bed.

Tomorrow was school. I snuggled the covers close to me and let out a long sigh. I'll finally meet new people and make new friends who'll like me for me, and not for my fame or money.

The next morning, I woke up, and started smiling like a lunatic. Was I nervous? Hell yes!

After dressing in some normal jeans and a shirt, I grabbed my jacket on and shuffled it on. I wore my flats and made a high ponytail of my long, black hair and voila! I'm ready. 

My aunt insisted me on driving me to school every morning and I obeyed. 

She's a psyciatrist. And damn, is she good at it.

No wonder how she predicts everything.

After my aunt wished me good luck, I got out of the car and looked around my surroundings. Groups of students were chattering and laughing. Some were listening to music through their ear buds and there was occasionaly a person reading a book. I made my way inside the school. Some people looked at me curiously and I smiled at them.

They however just turned around. 

Woah, friendly much? I think you're about to break the friendly scale. People and their judging stares. Can't they just accept a smile and grin back?

I walked inside the office and greeted the receptionists.

"I'm new here and I need my schedule." I smiled a toothy grin and held my hand up over the counter to shake hers.

She raised an eyebrow, "Your name?" She asked and completely ignored my hand. I slowly withdrew it. Oh well, I'm not going to let her ruin my good day.

"Sarah Connor! That's my real name, you know, not that I'm lying or something. Not like I'm not telling you my fake name or something!" I awkwardly laughed and waved my hand, making a shoo-eng motion, "Sarah is my name, not that I'm from the terminator or somethi-"

"Here's your schedule. The door is behind you, you can leave." The receptionist said and handed me my schedule which I gladly took from her. 

"Right.. er thanks." I turned around when I saw the back of a figure, popping his head inside the principal's office and saying something.

My eyes lingered on the guy's white shirt for a second before I pulled them away and shrugged, walking out of the office

 I checked my schedule, History first. Not so bad.

*

"This is Miss Sarah Connor. She's new here so I want all of you to make her as much comfortable as you can. Please take a seat right next to Ashton, Sarah." The teachers said and at the same time a redhead raised her hands.

I smiled and walked towards her. I slumped down my bag right beside the table and sat down, facing towards her.

"Hi! I'm Sarah! Nice to meet you!" I chirped at her and she smirked before saying the words that left my head tilting,

"Sarah? Or should I saw Mikaeel Hunter?"