Chapter Nine
"Hush, stop your crying, it'll be all right. I will protect you, hold you tight...I will be here, don't you cry."- "You'll be in My Heart", Disney's Tarzan
Danny stared at the school, shaking inside. I am not looking forward to this, she thought. She had gone to the same school for nine years, and then gone to her high school for two years. She wished her mum was there, but she had to take Jack and Michael to school. So Danny was on her own. It wasn't that the school was forbidding-it was just too perfect. Large stone walls flanked by gates opened up to a-well, this was the nerd in her saying this-smaller, brighter version of Hogwarts. Pretty flowers led up the walk to the entrance, and a fountain bubbled merrily. And Danny was scared out of her wits. Students were starting to appear, and it wouldn't be good if she was late to her first class. Judging by the large signs with arrows, she was heading in the right direction to the administration offices.
"Danny! Ohmigosh! Hi! Come here!" Ugh. A curvy brunette waved at Danny from the front steps of the school. Here's the deal. Take a fake Barbie. Make her a brunette; dress her in some Gucci and Prada. Got it? Now make her a bitch, with a lot of money, and a pack of "friends." Sprinkle on some spray tan and a fake personality. That's Alexia.
Danny pasted a fake smile on and walked over to Alexia and her pack of followers.
"Alexia! Hi! How are you? It's so good to see you." The girls hugged.
"Why didn't you tell us you were moving back?" She asked a fake pout on her face. "We would've thrown a party!" She stepped back and held her out at arms' length. To a casual outsider, this would look like a friend looking at another's outfit, but Alexia was seething. She hated being out of the loop, and Danny was apparently competition. "We'll walk to the office, won't we, girls?" She said looking at her clique. Danny was caught.
As they walked, Alexia reached in her oversize Prada tote and pulled out a sparkly invitation tied with a Tiffany-blue bow. "Here! I'm having a party in two weeks with my cousin. It would be great to have an American come to my party." Take that. Danny felt a rush of anger. What was her problem? Picking her battles, Danny accepted the invitation. "Of course, it sounds so much fun. So, how have you been?" Best way to get Alexia distracted.
"Well, you know. Boys, boys, and more boys! Many fun boy toys. But enough about me, how about you? How's your boy toy?" She winked conspiratorially. "Come on, you can tell me." Danny winced.
"We broke up. Actually, I dumped him." Alexia's eyes widened, but they were already at the office. She grabbed Danny's arm, manicured fingers digging into the skin.
"Tell me later. Bye!" She flounced off, her "friends" following her like puppies. Danny rolled her eyes, then stuck the invitation in the zip-up pocket of her Henri Bendel tote and walked in the office. God, she's such a witch. It was cozy, with a few cushy chairs and two desks. The lady tapping away at the keyboard seemed about in her seventies, very grandmotherly.
"Hello, darling. How can I help you?"
"I'm Danny Williams, here are my papers." She held out her registration forms. Please don't let Mum have forgotten anything, she prayed silently.
"Everything seems to be in order. Here is your schedule, and a map. Someone should be outside to take you to your first period class." She smiled at her. "Now hurry, you don't want to miss the bell."
"Thanks." Danny nodded and left the office. Looking at the map, she searched for her class. There weren't any actual class periods, it being the first day, but it still wouldn't be good to be late. "Okay, so my first class is English, room 525. I am in the admin office. Now if I could just get someone to guide me there..." she muttered. Easier said than done. Scary-looking emo kid? No. Scrawny little freshmen? No, they were probably just as lost as she was.
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