Parallel Paradox

Chapter 1: Confident

I have been dreading this moment and finally I have come to face it. I entered the premises on my ride and started searching for a spot. After finding one, I quickly got off and popped my head out of the helmet.
Yes, you guessed right. Maybe.
I am riding a motorcycle to the school. Why you ask? Simple. Because I'm a paradox.

When girls of our age say "I am different", that's got to mean something right?

Anyway, I took off the helmet and ducked my head so my hair curtains it. I'm trying to not attract much attention, tho I know I'll fail miserably.
A new chick, in senior year, riding a motorcycle in her leather jacket is bound to fire up something.
Aah, the glory.

Now, I know what you're thinking. Maybe I am another rebel punk. Trust me, I am not. I have always been a straight A's student with a merit to sing and write. I don't wear heavy kohl or mascara, and no; my jacket is not black, its brown. And it's winter, so its acceptable. In short, I am not your everyday goth, mystery girl. Just normal with a hint of difference.

I walk towards the front office and see a group of boys staring at me. One of them sees me look at them and winks at my direction. To this his friends hoot and clap his back. Yup, that's high school guys for you.
I enter into the warm arena of the office and release a breath I didn't realise I was holding. I look around and there I see a lady sitting with several stick notes hooked to her screen. She is middle aged with spectacles on her nose and a very professional, ladylike demeanor.

"Uh, excuse me Ma'am?" I clear my throat to get her attention.
"Yes darling? How can I help you?" she asks.
"Um, my name is Miyra Evans and I am a transfer her from Jeysee International High." I start off "I was hoping you can help me?"
"Oh, of course sweety." She replied sweetly. She hooked up some words into her computer and the screen gave her wherever she was looking for before she prints them out.
"Here you go" she says handing me some papers, "This is your schedule, school map, a paper having your locker's sequence and a note to be signed by all your teachers today. "
I keep them all carefully in my bag and nod to her.
"Thank you so much Ma'am, anything else that I should know?"
"Aah, yes. You have to bring back the slip at the end of the day for official purpose and no need to call me Ma'am. I am Mrs. Surin" She told me all the while smiling.
"Have a great day sweety, hope you make new friends soon!"
I sigh internally hoping it turns out the way she hopes it too. With one last smile directed at her I started my day at this school.

Hillseen High. My school for the final year, my senior year.

I exhale a breath and move out in search of my locker. I have the map in one hand and my locker's combination in another. I navigate through the mass of students in the hallway. Some people notice that I'm new, others just keep on walking and minding their own business. I hope whatever is to come dies down quickly because I don't want to be talked about like some new Vogue issue. Joy.

Luckily, I reach my locker fairly quick and check my schedule. I have Calculus with Mr. David for the first hour. Damn, this day is getting better. Please note the sarcasm.

I keep all the other books aside neatly and start my way to the room where for this year I will have the class I hate the most. Honestly, who likes math? Ugh.
The bell had already rung once, and I don't want to be late so as to attract unnecessary attention.

I locate the room after a while and open in the gate just in time for the bell to ring the second time. Final bell for the period to begin.
All the eyes are on me, as soon as I open the door to find everyone seared already and looking at me like I'm a hobo. Wait what? I walk towards the teacher and hand him the slip that Mrs. Surin gave to me, wordlessly.

He takes the slip from my hand and signs it. Once done, he hands it back to me and smiles at me lightly.

"Hello, Miyra, I am Mr. David and I will be teaching you Calculus for this year" he says while introducing himself.
"I've heard you're here from Jeysee high? That's good because here we follow the same curriculum"