Not So Cliché

Chapter One

Chapter One

Whispers filled the corridors, as I made my entrance.

How expected.

Ignoring the looks of awe and disgust, I started to walk down the hallway. The whispers started to grow louder with each step I took, hushing the clicking of my black ankle boots.

Would you look at that? A group of jocks, A group of cheerleaders, A group of Sluts, and Who can forgot the group of nerds? This school needs a makeover.

With confidence building high inside of me, I calmly walked towards the school office. As soon as I had reached my destination, I flung the door open to let everyone acknowledge my presence. I took hold of my sunglasses and placed them ontop of my head, my way of saying "Fear me, bitches.".

My ocean blue eyes was met with the same pair, glaring right back at me.

"Why Hello, Sam" I said, innocently.

"Victoria, I-" He started, but I decided to interupt him with my famous death glare.

"Tori." He sighed, correcting himself.

He looked around, and was probably nervous, as the whole attention was directed at him. Should've known, my uncle does no good under pressure, and yet he's a headmaster of a whole freakin' school. Pathetic much?

Don't get me wrong, I love him, I do, but at times like this, I just want to whack him on the head and endlessly question him on why the hell he has to bring me down with him.

"Tori, follow me." He mumbled, whilst walking off in another direction.

I quietly strutted my way behind him, but not forgetting to eye everyone in the room. There's no other good welcome gift like getting a scared look in return.

I continued to strut inside his room, and as soon as I stepped in, I was welcomed by a fresh scent of chocolate chip cookies. I ran towards the source of the smell, and stuffed my face as fast as possible.

"Well, somebody skipped breakfast" My uncle chuckled.

I rolled my eyes at him, and literally picked every little crumb off the plate, and put it in my mouth. Sam was just standing there looking amused.

"What? Come on, why waste such good food, there are kids starving to death out there. Im just trying to be grateful. Sheesh." I replied.

After I finished the whole thing, I adjusted myself in his big, comfy, "I'm-The-Boss" chair, and waited for him to say something, maybe even give me a huge lecture on how I should behave myself.

"Here, just take your schedule, and go to class." Well, look who forgot his lines. I stood up slowly, and looked at him. Was he for real? He's just going to let me go, just like that? Cool.

I took the piece of paper, he held out for me, and left his office. I unfolded the piece of paper, and looked at my timetable. First period, AP Maths. How nice.

Yeah, I know, I'm smart for a girl like me. Big whoop.

Ok, I'm not in the mood for maths, and why not start the day with a little bit of skiving?

As soon as the bell rang, I put the sunglasses back on my face, shoved the paper down my bra, and walked towards the bathroom. No, I'n not going there to hide like some hormonal teenagers, but to actually go to the bathroom.

During the bathroom break, I came up with a list of things to do before this year ends, like a wishlist.

1. Mess with Uncle Sam. (A little bit though)