Sarah's POV
'Sarah, hon, are you ready yet?'
'Yeah, mom almost. ' I shouted back, getting up from my bed.
A 'normal' teenager would have been very excited to go to the first day of school. And was I excited ? NO
So, we shifted here to California a month back or so because my dad had a transfer. To be honest , this place is really cool, but I miss my hometown, my friends and z...
'Saarahh' came the voice of my mom.
I decided there was no point in sulking over the past and grabbed my clothes and went to the bathroom.
After having a really awesome shower, I went to the kitchen which was strangely smelling of chocolates.(Yes, I really love chocolates more than anything in life. Okayy...I love my parents more as they make those chocolates.)
I poured myself a glass of milk and gulped it in one go. I grabbed a jar of nutella, kissed both my mom and dad and rushed out of the house.
When I got to my car, I looked back and saw my parents standing on the door, smiling.
"Good luck! dear" (Gosh! He knows me too well.. )
I waved back and got in my Mercedes. (My Dad gave it to me on my 16th birthday. Yes, I am a pampered child.)
"Here, I go to Tartarus."
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Okay, so the campus was not as bad as I thought it would be. I mean, it was really good and huge.
My jaws were literally dropping. Back at my place , my school was a simple but beautiful place. But here it was poshe and lavish.
Suddenly, weird questions started popping in my head, like 'Will I be able to cope up in this school? 'Will the students accept me .'...blah, blah, blah...
I thought that it'd be better to keep aside those thoughts for today. I started wandering around, looking for the reception.
I bumped into a short pretty girl with wavy hair. She looked quite good in the floral dress with spaghetti sleeves, which suited completely well with her physique. I think I should stop blabbering about how pretty she is, because I don't want anyone to think I'm weird.
My pea-sized brain somehow worked, and I asked,' Sorry! But can you please tell me the way to the reception.'
"Sure, why not", she said with a million-dollar smile.
On the way to the reception she told me about the school, that' how huge the the library was' and 'how cool, large, beautiful and well-equipped the classroom was'.
She left me at the reception saying that she was getting late for her class. I thanked her and then she left.
'Shit!, God stupid can I be. I didn't even ask her name.' I said to myself thinking about my stupidity.
'Good morning, Mrs Helena', I greeted the short and benign lady.
'Good morning, honey', she said with a smile.
'So did you have a look around the school, yet?'
'No, actually I came quite late.'
She smiled and with that she handed me my schedule.
My first class was English and that was pretty good to start the day with. Mrs. Helena then explained me the way to my English class.
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