Contradiction

Chapter 2

"Sam, wake up. We're landing soon," Mom said softly as she shook me.

I opened my eyes, stretched my arms, and cracked my neck, "Wait, how long have I been asleep?"

"Twelve hours. You were passed out! I've never seen anyone sleep that much on a plane!"

I smiled and yawned, "What time is it?" Mom showed me her watch and I gasped, "No way! It's that late?"

"Well," she sighed, "It's a 16 hour time difference, hun."

I pouted; this was going to take some getting used to. "Do I have school tomorrow?"

"Unfortunately, yes. But the good news is work is giving me a week to settle in so I have until next Monday."

I groaned loud enough that the person in front of us turned around in his seat and gave me a disapproving look. I raised my eyebrows at him sarcastically and turned my attention back to Mom, "What's today?"

"Well, technically Monday. School starts in 7 hours," she said apologetically.

I pulled my baseball cap over my eyes and sighed. The seat belt light blinked and the flight attendant chick explained that we would be landing so seat belts needed to be on for our safety. I put mine on and helped Mom get hers on since she was having trouble with it. After we landed, we collected all of our bags and called a taxi with the help of some of the airport people.

Luckily, most of our furniture and stuff had already been shipped last week and should be in our house. Thank goodness we weren't driving because it was dark and neither of us were very good with directions.

Finally we got to our new house and paid the driver. It looked different online, then again it was dark and I was tired. Mom unlocked the door and I stepped inside to turn on the light. It looked really empty; there were piles of boxes everywhere on the first floor, but it felt empty. Unfortunately, me and Mom's stuff wasn't going to come for a few days, so we were going to have to sleep on the floor until our beds came.

"Which room is mine?" I asked Mom.

She shrugged, "Pick it. You get first choice. There are three bedrooms upstairs."

I carried my bags upstairs and looked at all three rooms. One had a small window and bathroom, the second had two little windows, and the third had a large window facing the backyard and a small window with hardwood flooring (the other two had carpet). I chose the third one, farthest from the stairs, Mom chose room number two, and the first room would be a guest room. The only problem with my room was the walls were plain white. Mom agreed to let me paint them whatever I wanted.

I plugged in my alarm, grabbed my pillow and blanket and sock monkey, said goodnight to Mom, and laid on the floor of my new room. Sure, I was going to get five hours of sleep, but I slept twelve hours on the plane and I needed to rest up for school. I closed my eyes and pretended I was back in Buffalo in my room on my bed.

What seemed like minutes after I fell asleep, my alarm went off. I groaned and sat up. I dug through my things from the plane and picked out my black Green Day American - shirt (how appropriate) and baggy jeans. I found the shower and took a hot one, relaxing my nerves a little. After blow drying my hair and getting ready, I went downstairs for breakfast.

"Good morning! Wanna go out for breakfast?" Mom asked cheerily.

I shrugged and put on my shoes and got into the car with my backpack. Last week, along with most our stuff, we shipped Mom's car over and mine would come soon. We had to sell both our original cars and buy two brand new cars with the steering wheel on the proper side. Mom came to the car and, using GPS, we found a McDonalds and ordered pancakes. Afterwards, Mom drove me to school and dropped me off.

There was still half an hour before school, so I went to the office to get my schedule. Problem was, I had no idea where the office was. I tried to find it on my own, but finally gave up and asked the next person I saw for directions.

"Excuse me," I said politely, "Could you point me in the direction of the office?"

The guy turned around and looked at me. He was kind of tan with sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He was wearing a purple polo shirt with khaki pants and vans. "Yea," he said with an accent and flashed me a bright white smile,"You see that hallway there? Go down there and you'll see a sign. Want me to show you?"

I shook my head no, thanked him, and followed his directions to the office. "Hi I'm Samantha Wilkes. I just moved here," I said confidently.

The lady at the desk peered at me through her hot pink glasses and smiled, "Ah yes, the American. Well here's your schedule, an organizer, and Mr. Thomas here will show you around a bit."

A man with dark hair and pale skin stood up and led me out the door. Mr. Thomas showed me the gym, cafeteria, my locker, and my first class. He gave me a map of the school and left me there.

People were already in the room when I got to world history. I walked up to the teacher and asked him where I sat. He made me introduce myself in front of everyone right after the bell rang Thankfully, he seated me at the back of the room; I'm not a shy person, but I hate being the new kid at anything and having people stare at you.

"Hey," someone whispered in my ear and I turned to my right. Sitting there was Mr. Purple Shirt, who had helped me put this morning; he was surprising handsome I decided.

"Hey," I said in a tone of recognition.

"You're that girl who couldn't find the office."

"Yeah that was me."

He grinned, temporarily blinding me, and stuck out his hand, "I'm Zeke. Zeke Harrison."

I shook it and smiled, "Sam Wilkes, as you know."

He laughed quietly and turned back to the front. I studied his face for a moment, then focused on what Mr. Danielson, the teacher, was saying.

Sadly, my classes in New York were way behind these classes, so I didn't really know what was going on. Summer here was December to February, so I was going to have to do a lot of catching up. It would have been better if it was the beginning of the year, but it was mid 2nd semester for them.

Oh joy for extra assignments.

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you like? Pic is Zeke :D

Here, Sam's schedule:

1st world history w/ Mr. Danielson

2nd Japanese w/ Ms. Dang

3rd Psychology w/ Mr. Jones

4th Physics w/ Mrs. Hall

5th Art w/ Mrs. Rooney

6th Reading and Lang. Arts w/ Mr. Miller

7th Algebra II w/ Mrs. klausen

8th Gym w/ Mr. Means