The lunch room was insane. Not in a crazy loud kind of way, in a this place in ginormous kind of way. The room had to be the size of my first house, which may I mention was 4 floors that were all 1,500 square feet. Did I mention my mom was a very well known lawyer therefore making us pretty rich? Guess not. See that's the thing about my mom. Shes a really important person, but not to me. I know that sounds horrible. But I've always been a daddy's girl and she clearly didn't want me very much either since, being a lawyer and all, she could have won full custody or even joint custody hands down. Nope. She just gave me to my dad like I was a separation present. Guess I kinda was.
When my mind wanders back to the lunch room I see that we have endless possibilities of things we could eat. From Spaghetti to deli sandwiches to homemade ice cream all the way back to fresh baked cookies. I'm surprised to see they're not outside milking cows for us. I decide to stick with a sandwich and a cookie. I grab a bottle of water and look around for Whitney. I finally spot her and start walking her way when I run into something that feels like a giant boulder in the middle of the lunch room.
Startled I let out a tiny squeak loud enough for the people still in line to hear. I feel my face heat up.
"We've got to stop meeting like this," I look up to see Blue Eyes looking at me trying to hold back a laugh.
"Yeah, tell me about it," I grunt trying to walk away. Blue Eyes catches my arm. Who does he think he is?
"Listen," He says, "I think we got off on the wrong foot. I'm Blake, captain of the basketball team."
"That explains so much," I mutter dryly under my breath.
"What?"
"Nothing. I'm Rosie. Captain of being the new girl."
"Well, new girl captain, its nice to meet you. Again."
"Ye-"
"BLAAAKKKEEEE! What's taking you so long?" A whiny voice screams somewhere in the distance. I'm not kidding about the screaming part. I look over to see a perky brunette in a cheerleaders uniform motioning to Blake. Why are cheerleaders always wearing those damn uniforms?!
"Well looks like you have to go! Bye!" I say quickly to Blake already speed walking to Whitney.
Shes sitting with a group of 2 other girls who she introduces as Ariel and Lizzy. Ariel has red hair and a flawless face. She's super tiny, probably about 5'1 and her blue eyes are round and sweet. She kind of looks like the princess Ariel when I think about it. Wonder how she got the name.
Lizzy has long dark brown hair and caribbean blue eyes. I can't help but be stunned, they're the prettiest eyes I've ever seen. Shes got an athletic build and I bet she plays soccer but I don't ask. I just sit down and wonder why these 3 people aren't cheerleaders. I guess they're not stuck up, I hope.
They both greet me with friendly hello's and bright smiles. Ariel tells me she's on the swim team -haha - and Lizzy tells me she plays soccer - called it! - and track. Whitney explains that she does poms and soccer which is how she met Lizzy who introduced her to Ariel and here they all are!
"Here you are!" I reply brightly because, what else am I supposed to say?
The bell rings signaling the end of lunch.
"Whats your next class?" They all ask me at once.
"Umm," I search around the bag I'm carrying with me for my schedule, "I have creative writing with Mr. Smith," I say secretly hoping at least one of them is in that class.
"Me and Ariel have that too!" Whitney says happily.
"Then there's me. The loner," Lizzy says dramatically.
"Well good thing you have drama next," Ariel jokes.
"Yeah yeah whatever. We better be going, see you later Lizzy!" Whitney says while tugging me and Ariel away.
"Bye!" Lizzy waves and walks the other way.
For once I feel already at home in the new school.
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A/N sorry if this chapter was boring! I had to get every ones personality and etc across so I hope you still like it! (; Vote comment do whatever its all good.
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Me. (:
P.S. I know, most cheerleaders actually aren't stuck up or annoying at all & that its just a stereotype, but this is a sort of cliche book so just go with it! But don't let it scare you away when I say its kinda cliche (that rhymed) because I have a twist to throw in that you will hopefully love. Okay enjoy. (:
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