I walk into the school and am greeted by the waft of new acidic paint. The lights are blaring and the students are hustling by. I walk straight to the principles for registration.
"Good afternoon Mr. Harrison." I breathe, he look up from a news paper and stares.
"New student eh? Here's your form, by the way what is your name?" He grumbles unamused.
"Heather McMill" I chirp and put on a fake smile, a lie I'm not Heather McMill I'm lilja silvermoon.
"Where did you move from?" The principle asks.
"Santa Fe, New Mexico." Another lie another smile.
"We'll then here's your schedule...." He hands me a brightly white paper listed with 6 classes. I thank him and leave for my first day.
YOU ARE READING
until tomorrow
Mystery / ThrillerLife sucks. Friends are dangerous. Lies are my savior. I run from anything and everything. My name is Lillja. I'm 16 years old. I am the next step in evolution.
