TheNextGeneration(Mithross Sequel)

Chapter 3

(A/N): Please read!!!
I will not be updating this week as much, if at all, due to vacation. Then I will have three days of random writing fabulousness, then I'm moving. I'll write in the car and post it late night/early morning due to Wi-Fi problems. Thanks for understanding!

Cara's POV-
"Daddy! How do I look?" I scream, tumbling down the stairs.
Daddy ran his hands through his ginger hair and chuckled. "You look great, Cara." He replied.
"Is great good enough for high school?" I demanded, frantically straightening out my blouse.
Dad appeared from the kitchen with a mug of coffee and laughed. "Cara, you looks fine. Don'ts worry about highs school!" (My frikin terrible impression of Barney's accent.)
"OK, I'm good, I'm good." I examine myself in the TV. I was wearing a teal blouse and some black skinny jeans, my short brown hair was curled, and I had a touch of makeup on. I had sent DC a picture and asked what she thought, she said I looked beautiful. So I must be OK, right?!
I really want to make a good impression this year. My grades help with the teachers, not the students. If j want to make friends, I need to make sure I don't look like a hobo. I pour myself some coffee and run back in the living room. Daddy looks at me with concern. "You alright, pumpkin?  You've had three cups of coffee already."
"Yes, yes! I'm fine! I'm just hyper! And excited! And nervous! DADDY I'M GOING TO EXPLODE!" I yell, shaking so much from the caffeine thats ome of my coffee spilled.
"Cara, Cara, calms down!" Dad laughs. "I was nervous my first day toos, don't worries."
"Yeah? What happened to you?" I asked. Dad chuckled. "I gots detention!"
Daddy must have seen the blood drain out of my face, because he nudged Dad. "You're not making her feel any better!" Dad laughed. "Oops."
My phone went of from my backpack, I took it out and read the message.
DC-I'm at the bus stop, where r u?
"OH MY GOD I'M LATE! BYE DADDY! BYE DAD! I LOVE YOU!" I scream before running out the door at an inhuman speed. Must be the coffee and anxiety. Calm down, calm down, calm down. I think over and over again, turning the corner and seeing people boarding the bus. I see a pink-haired girl waiting, she then spots me and waves. DC waited for me, good. But now I'm late. So much for a good first impression.  "Hey!" DC calls happily to me. "You look stunning! Even if you are out of breath!" DC joked.
"Yeah, yeah, very funny. Let's just get on the stinking bus." I exclaim, exasperated, and DC helps me onto the bus.

"Izzy! Pomy! Hi!" I wave to two kids in the back, who I identified as our best friends. DC hiked her backpaxk up on her shoulders and followed me to the back, sitting beside me. A lot of seats around us where empty, for three reasons.
1. We're the children of gay people, apparently that's weird.
2. We're the children of famous people, apparently people don't know how to talk to us.
3. Anyone who knows anything is mortally terrified of Izzy.
"What's up?" Izzy smiled back at us. Since our parents used to work together, and still are very close, we see each other often and have become good friends. We've learned Izzy is a softie at heart for things like kittens and puppies, but touch something she cares about and she will break your arm. Literally. Some bullies had abused her sister last year and they left with broken bones and battle scars. The teachers just kibd of delt with it, they knew they harassed our little group a lot anyways and Izzy had anger management issues.
As we start up a small conversation, I stare out the window and watch the houses fly by. It was beginning to sprinkle, typical Washington weather. You know what, screw first impressions. I have excellent grades and three great friends. Who could ask for more?