I woke up to the quaint sound of birds singing like opera stars. The secluded sun was creeping stealthily past my curtains, indicating the morning was here.
I got up and made some cereal, Calvin had already left so I was alone. I straightened my hair, not wanting to look like a mess on my first day. The cereal was nice and whatever but I didn't really focus on it, I focused more on would my truck, or Sauron as I'm going to call it (because it's badass), be able to make it to school without breaking down. I wore some skinnies and a long sleeved violet shirt. My hair was not bad and I put some eyeliner on, but so it wasn't noticeable. After this I cleaned up my cereal and went outside.
As expected it was freezing, the road was wet and the trees were swaying with the breeze, therefore dropping the droplets of rainwater their branches had accumulated onto the passers by. I quickly got into the truck and turned on the antique radio station, ready to get to school as it wasn't that hard to find. The words Spoons High School directed me there. The school looked nothing like my usual institutions; there were just portable buildings and a few actual ones. There were green shrubs dotted here and there and in the car park, where I now headed, there were conifers looming over; not the type of school I would normally imagine or visualise.
Walking past a group of teens past a nice lustrous truck whom I didn't pay too much attention to, I headed for the reception. The sign was clearly visible above the door which read Front Office. The windows had handwritten signs stuck to them advertising various after-school clubs. Yeah, like I'm going to sign up for after-school karate.
Just as I was about to walk in a young European guy, about my age, stopped me. I turned, and jumped at how he just grabbed me without me hearing him. Then again I did have my earphones in.
"You're Abrianna, the new girl? I'm Eric." He confirmed, looking cheerful. He still had his hand on my arm, which I shrugged of, doing an awkward laugh.
"Um, can you just call me Brianna? I hate Abrianna," I responded, chuckling.
"Sure, can I take a picture of you?"
I was shocked and repulsed, a: because I hated my picture being took, and b: why did he want my picture? "What for?"
"For the school paper, you're big news baby, front page," He laughed again, giving me a toothy grin.
Did he just call me baby? "Oh, please don't have any k…"
"Woah woah, chillax, no feature," He said, waving his hands in compliance.
"Thanks," He walked off then, saying he'd 'see me around'. He was nice and all but not my type. However, it was nice to know there were some gay guys around here, and yes I could tell he was flirting with me, I'm not that much in denial.
I entered the office, which was warmer than I expected. A bright light lit the room up with excessive effulgence
The room had a bright orange carpet and puffy fold up chairs. The space was occupied by three desks and a variety of plants in Philippine design pots, looking to be made by the students in art class. Like there wasn't enough shrubbery outside.
"Yes dear?" Ask a ginger woman who manned the document ridden desk. She had prominent laugh lines and wrinkles radiating from the corners of her eyes.
"Can I have my papers, please?" I smiled a half smile and looked outside to see the bluish sky, waiting to pound me with drizzle.
"Ah, you must be Abrianna, Chief Carter's girl? Yes of course I have the papers for you here. Now make sure all the teachers of your class sign this and then bring it back to me at the end of the day," I smiled in gesture of me complying with her demand.
