Clingford High

Chapter 2

UNEDITED

We went to look at potential schools today. For the sake of me and you as the readers, I'll just tell you guys about the highlights 'cause who wants to hear about the school programs that they have? The classroom size? That's boring. But one school managed to catch my eye. This rarely happens since we move around a lot so I do not really care which school I go to.

Clingford High School was the name. The beautiful, unique school with a vibe that was different from other schools that we visited. It is so hard to explain, cause it was a gut feeling. It is like that feeling that school is actually going to be fun, although it will never happen because I'm still going to end up friendless, no matter which school I go to. It was weird, unlike the other schools, like Hillside, Skyline, Silverleaf, and a bunch of schools with nature-related names, I feel a spark of hope. Life will be different for me when I step through the front doors on the first day of school. No one will pour spoiled milk on my head, I am able to drink from the water fountain, able to use the bathroom in peace, do not have to worry about food poisoning.

Now I may make South Carolina sound bad, everyone sounding barbaric and all, but it was only that small group of Plastics that do those horrible things to me. Everyone else just does not dare to interact with me in fear of that group. Their name had been embedded into my head. Thinking about it makes me shiver. Everyone was very modest, actually. From what I have seen, they treat each other nicely, with the exception of me of course. They avoid me like plague. All because of them.

To me, Clingford High is going to be the best choice that I will make. I cannot get my hopes too high, for school might fail me once again. I cannot help that I am very optimistic, despite my hopes getting crushed like stepping on a leaf on the sidewalks. Oh well, I guess I'll try with this school.

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Mom cooked real simple dinner of cheese pasta with salmon. Not a lot but it was surprisingly tasty. Colin inhaled his pasta, got up and started to head for the stairs that would lead to the rooms. On his third step, Mom retorted.

"Nuh-uh Colin it's your turn to do the dishes today," Mom said, motioning him to clean up his dish.

Colin has the I'm-in-a-hurry face, which raises eyebrows, especially mine. My memories recall Colin as being a very chill guy, dammit even the girls are falling for him. They say he was charming, but me being the sibling, I knew many flaws and secrets he has. Let's just say that if they went out, Colin would the left in the world of humiliation and solitude. Besides, what could he be doing?

"Rae, mind helping this time round? I'll owe you one," Colin pleaded with his eyes. Sighing, I agreed, heading to the kitchen. I finished up the last dish before popping it into the dryer. Heading upstairs, I knocked on the first door on the left. The door creaked open to reveal my older brother.

"Explain," I demanded.

"Fine."

He let me into his room. His desk was next to the door, underneath the window. The desk was positioned in such as way that you could see the screen of the laptop when you walked into the room. I saw the Clingford High's webpage on his monitor, displaying a page under the section "Activities".

One thing about my brother. He was competitive when it comes to something that he cares about. For instance, he wants to be school's varsity baseball team. Most of the varsity team members have been chosen from the junior varsity, making it hard for newcomers like my brother. I can still go for junior varsity tryouts for girl's basketball, so nothing hard on me. There will be tons of open spots for the team.

I pat his back. "Don't stress about it too much. Relieve your stress by doing the dishes next time," I told him. He chuckled. "Thanks, sis."

We have a special kind of sibling relationship, I would say. Yes, we quarrel like 2nd graders but we team up most of the time to do...stuff. Like that time when we made up a story for Mom to save both of our necks. Don't forget that time when I helped Colin break-up with his cheating girlfriend. (He has already had his grieving time before that.) The most remarkable scheme was "Error 509". Dam we totally got them.

I headed back to my room. Let me introduce my room. My room was about the same size as Colin's. Once you walk in, you are greeted by sights of posters and posters, everywhere. From my favorite bands to my favorite movies to books. If you really want to get to know me, go to my room. Want to get me a book but don't know which one? Go to my room. So you know which book NOT to get. (Cause I already have it.) My study desk was on the far right corner when you enter through the door. I have a geometric white and grey rug in the center of my room, nice and fluffy.

We have already moved in for about a month now if you were wondering where all these pieces of furniture came from. Most of these were old items from the old house, so not much IKEA furniture shopping was done. The only new item was the double single bed against the wall.

I did my usual night routine before climbing into my new-hardly-slept-in-I-could-count-the-numbers-on-my-fingers bed. To be fair this was my seventh time sleeping in this bed. Still kinda new.

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A/N HEYA MY AWESASSBULLOUS READERS! GUess what? I'm not deAD! Just to prove that I made this super short update as my creative juices are flowing once again. The Nile has replenished itself. Catch ya next chapter! Be sure to leave a vote and a few comment will ya? (Next chapter will prob be longer? Doubts everywhere. Probably not good as a writer. Welp.)

~Kel