London

Chapter 2

London chapter 2

Morning was rushed. I woke up, took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, tied my hair up into a ponytail, applied mascara and eyeliner, slipped on my best outfit (light jeans, white cropped top), ate breakfast, grabbed my backpack, and hopped onto my mom's car right before she left for work. 

"Darling you look fabulous today." My mom complimented me. I took out my nude colored lip gloss and my makeup mirror, "thanks, but I don't." I said, putting on lipgloss. My mom looked at me, "don't say that London you look gorgeous." Easy for her to say. Both my parents are pretty good looking. My mom has long curly dark hair, and hazel eyes while my dad has blonde hair and blue eyes. Sometimes I wonder how such beautiful people could have such an average looking child like me.

Our car pulled up at my new school, and I felt my breath get taken away. Century high looked like a castle, the buildings so tall and magnificent, the stone walls crawling with ivy, tiny windows dotting the towers.

There were groups of students everywhere, each carrying the most expensive bags and wearing the most expensive clothes their parents could afford. I looked down at my outfit that costed no more than a hundred dollars in total, feeling like an outsider already.

"Bye honey see you after school!" My mom said, as I got out the car. "Bye mom." As I was about to start walking in the grand black gates of Century high, my mom rolled down the window and called out, "oh by the way a girl went missing here last week so people are probably still in grief over her death so don't feel too bad or something if people aren't exactly at their happiest moods!"
"What?? Mom! Why didn't you tell me? A girl was freaking murdered here last week? This is the worst time ever to move to a new school!"
"Bye sweetie!"
"No! Mom wait!"
My mom's car rolled out the parking lot.

I sighed, a cloud of gloom descending over me.

I had a feeling this was going to be the best day ever.

The office of century high was all the way at the back of the school. Who puts their office at the back of the school? Offices are supposed to be near the front entrance! I spent thirty minutes looking for the office before finally finding it and getting my schedule. Then I spent another thirty minutes looking for my first class; math. But by the time I found the classroom, the bell rang signaling the end of class and I went on a hunt to find my second class; science. Which resulted in me being twenty minutes late for class.

The moment I entered through the door, everybody's eyes flew to me. They eyed my outfit like they've never seen something so cheap and ugly before, even though it was a really cute outfit and has some fashionable sense in it. "Welcome." My science teacher Mrs Kriss said. Mrs Kriss was a rich lady wearing studded leggings, expensive high heels, and even her science lab coat looked more expensive than my whole wardrobe. The lab coat was a shiny white color, and looked like it was made of leather and other expensive materials.

Mrs Kriss announced to the whole class "This is our new student London May!" Everybody's jaws dropped, "you mean like the lawyer may?" Someone asked. "Are you Susan May and Chris May's daughter?" Another asked. "Oh my god it's her! She looks just like her mother!" All the disgust before had turned into admiration and envy, perhaps they realized I was like them.

Mrs Kriss silenced the class and told them this should not be happening during class time. But as she gestured for me to go to my seat, I could tell she was curious if I was the famous Susan May and Chris May's daughter. She lifted one eyebrow at me, as if asking for an answer. I pretended I did not see.

I sat down beside a pretty brunette who kept glaring at me and whispering to her friends. I tried blocking them out, but eventually they made me so annoyed I couldn't concentrate on my work. Finally I snapped at them, "take a picture it'll last longer." And that made them shut up but they still keep sneaking glances at me. Finally the brunette piped up, "you're sitting in Jessie's seat."
"Oh I am? Oops."
"You shouldn't sit in Jessie's seat."
"The teacher put me here and I have no idea where Jessie is."
"Jessie's dead."

That caught my attention. I remember what my mom said about the girl who was murdered last week. "What happened to her?" I asked quietly. "Get out of Jessie's seat." The brunette hissed at me.

Suddenly I was mad. I was mad at why we had to move to this stupid place, why I had to get stuck with a bunch of rich obnoxious snobs, why I now have to sit in a dead girl's seat with other girls telling me to get out.

"Or what? Let me guess! Or Jessie's ghost will come back and haunt me forever! Oh my god I am so scared!" I narrowed my eyes at them, "you better back off because I am NOT getting out of this seat and you can NOT make me. Because this is my seat now and I will sit here and you snotty morons can watch me." The girls' jaws dropped open with shock.

Just to add to it, I took my chewed gum out of my mouth and stuck it on the bottom of the chair.