Silver Bullet

Chapter 2

The car ride on my way to school was one that I used to take in the beautiful scenery of Sweden's capital; Stockholm. Stockholm was a beautiful place, lots of trees of all shapes and sizes. Beautiful plant and animal life. I rolled down the windows of my dad's yellow Lamborghini and stuck my head out into the cool morning breeze. Although my long black hair was pinned up perfectly into a bun I didn't care. I took in the scent of freshly cut lawns, fruit pies at small food stalls  and I let the cool September air pierce my face with it's warm but soothing air. As we zoomed past the huge buildings and massive power plants I started to love Sweden even more.

       As we pulled into the massive drop off area of GrenwichHall, I saw loads of students walking past. Not only breaking their necks to look at our car but they stared. At me in particular. Standing on the sidewalk watching I wave goodbye and  as he sped off one of the most gorgeous sports cars pulled in. I immediately recognized the Ferrari. All of my older friends back in Switzerland had either a Modena or an Enzo. Immediately fell in love with it's clean, shiny red color. I snapped out of my trance when I bumped into the driver who obviously got out while I was busy drooling over his car. How did he move so fast? His bump was harder than expected and i fell to the ground and my bun loosened causing long black strands of hair to fly in my face. The driver bent down to help me pick up my things. I was going to say something but a tall blond with curly hair stepped on my hair while chasing a redhead.

 "Ow" I cried out in pain.

 "Sorry" he said laughing as he looked back. When I turned around the contents of my bag that spilled out was neatly placed back into my bag and of course the driver of the beautiful Italian car was gone. No one moves that fast!! I found this weird but I shook the thought and walked into the building . Whoa, this school is fancy far fancier than the school I went to in Switzerland. And I thought I knew what fancy was. The map of the school was complex but pretty easy to follow if you read it properly. Pushing past the crowd to get to my destination I spotted the redhead. Getting closer to the crowd around him I heard a familiar tune "New York" but this time he said this is how he interpreted the lyrics: "New York, concrete jungle wet dream tomato..." I was able to sing the proper lyrics to the song but now I can't thanks to him. That sneaky ginger! I laughed along with everyone because it was actually really funny. I looked around, always aware of my surroundings as I kept walking. I started up the flight of stairs and looked out of the huge glass windows down at the quadrangle at the centre of the ECD  building. The driver of the Ferrari   walked pass me and while doing this he scrunched up his nose. He glanced at me again and hurried down the steps, his black boots hitting each one. I was so confused. Did I smell weird? I mean I showered this morning and I washed my hair with my favorite kiwi watermelon  shampoo!