The Girl With No Last Name (The Girl #1)

The Big Day (part one)

Chapter 7:
The Big Day (part one)

I wake up at 5 o'clock in the morning, too hyped up for sleep. I think the thoughts of school never actually left me in my unconsciousness, they sort of just lingered in the back.
Hey, you there? I wanted to make sure that everything from last night was real and not just a creation of my wild imagination. When I receive no answer, I decide to use my newly found trick. I don't wanna start with the insults, so it would do the both of us a favor if you just skip the whole thing with the ego and the 'you-have-to-summon-me' act. I mean, come on, what happens when I just call you names, huh?

Silence.

So it was gonna be like this?

Nitwit. I deadpan

A deep rumble voices inside my head and I clutch it with both hands.

Ouch! That hurt!

So did your insult.

Hey! I just gave an Oscar-worthy speech about how I don't wanna call you names but you insisted. Your fault. I mentally shrug.

I just wanted to say good morning, is all. Wish me luck.

Good luck, comes the quick, almost automatic response. I frown at the lack of conversation and just shrug it off; nothing can destroy my perfect prep and mood today. I'm gonna make this the perfect first day of school ever.

I hop out of bed and enter the bathroom to take a good relaxing shower. After finishing, I hop out and feel satisfied by my strawberry-smelling hair. I brush my teeth with mint flavored paste. I hum in satisfaction and dress into my uniform, feeling like a post-graduate on her first job interview. On a much smaller scale. I brush my wavy hair to the side over my shoulder. I add just a little pink chap stick and rub my lips together excitedly. I look into the mirror and smile at how cute and smart I looked. My ginger hair just looks adorable, if I do say so myself.
I hear some noise coming from downstairs and I assume dad's up, so I fetch my backpack, jump into my shoes, unplug my phone, and hop downstairs with a bounce in my step.

"Morning, dad!" I call out enthusiastically. He's in the kitchen making coffee and making us some breakfast. "Oh, morning sweetie. You're up early," he muses with a raised eyebrow.
"Too bumped up for sleep," I shrug. Sometimes I wonder why I bother talking with dad aloud, but then I realize that talking to a person telepathically as opposed to verbally is a complete different issue. It's just then that I feel, no, that I know I want to learn Omeric. I want to speak with my guardian angel face to face. He must be too bored, sitting in there doing nothing all day. Poor thing. I make up my mind that I will free him from his isolation in the near future.

Ahmed sees the spark of determination in my eyes, "what's up?" I tell him everything, from when I spoke with the lion to this morning. I could tell he's a bit vexed because I kept that stuff from him for a bit, but he does a good job in masking it.
"Good luck with him, and would you please keep me updated?" His voice wasn't annoyed or desperate, just asking. "Sure, sorry for keeping it from you in the first place. I honestly don't know why I did such a thing."
"No probs little girlie. You look really smart by the way,"
"I feel smart," I mutter smilingly.
"Of course you do. Now let's go and show your classmates what you're made of." As you might've guessed, we are finished with breakfast by this point. We hop up and I run out of the front door, stopping beside the Elantra in the driveway.

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When we reach the colorful building, I unbuckle my seatbelt and open my door to walk in, but dad grabs my wrist, stopping me. I turn to find him looking at me with a tender expression on his face. "Take care, and good luck. You go to the student affairs office to receive your locker keys and get your schedule." He takes a breather and continues. "I love you little one. You grow up so fast." I notice the moisture collecting into his eyes and turn the whole way to give him a much-needed hug. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I'll call you when I can. I love you too." I give him a little peck on the cheek.
"Can I have a photo? First day and all."
"Sure, go ahead." I step onto the pavement and dad opens his door and steps out. I hear the sound of the door closing followed by dad rounding the back of the car before he comes to a standstill before me. He takes out his iPhone to take some photos and I grin a sweet smile. I take poses for different photos, feeling giddy all the time. When we're finished, I wave at dad before turning and walking towards the reception area. I enter the same colorful reception as before, head to the desk, and huff out a small "excuse me" to capture the attention of the lovely lady sitting there. It's the same one from back on that ill-fated interview. Just kidding, the interview went pretty good by my standards. "Oh, hello there little one. It's you from the interview isn't it? What can I help you with?"
"I just wanted to know where the office for student affairs is."
"Oh dear, let me lead you," she stands up. She was wearing some loose black pants and a white dress shirt. She walks me over to the same hallway we took last time. We turn right on the end  to find ourselves face to face with a doorway with a plate on the side declaring it to be our destination. I turn to her with a small smile. "Thank you," I tell her, thinking of how good she's been to me – although I've only interacted with her twice but she still was lovely.
"You're welcome dear, if you need anything else, you know where to find me." With a nod of my head, she turns on her heels heading back. I take a deep breath and walk through the doors. It's like a miniature reception room. With a counter in the center and two armchairs and a coffee table in the corner, the room wasn't very large –about the size of my room, I decide. A young man is sitting behind the desk, who, upon my arrival looks up from his paperwork. I clear my throat.
"Good morning, I am a new student here and I need my locker keys and schedule please," I declare confidently.
"Good morning little one. No offence, but I don't think that preschoolers or first graders are allowed lockers," He answers dubiously.
"Oh, I'm an eighth-grader. I know I don't look the part but you can check me out. On the database I mean," I clarify with a hint of a smile tugging on my lips. My tone sure suggests that I'm older than I look. I may have the physical size of a 6-year-old, and the emotional range of an eighth tops, but I have the intellect of a high-schooler. That is one of the few things I'm sure about.
"Name?" He sounds incredulous and disbelief colors his tone.
"Charlie," wow, oh the colorful looks he's giving me! He makes me feel like I've just landed from planet X. Which for all I know could be true.
"What's your first name?" He asks curtly, like he's tired of the conversation. I try to maintain a smiley face.
"That was my first name."
"Well then, what's you last name?"
"Um, I don't have one...?" It comes out more of a question.
"How come you don't have a last name?!" He puffs his cheeks in annoyance. I don't wanna delve into the details right now, so I sidestep his question.
"Could you just search for Charlie?" My request comes out more like a demand due to my irritation. He gives me a look that basically says 'we're not going to be the best of friends'.
"Oh! You're a special case." His entire tone changes, like he got some answer from that. I shrug him off, not knowing what I should say in this case. He walks behind him and bends down, searching a bit before getting what he wanted. He retrieves a paper from the printer and another from a drawer. One of the papers he gives me, along with the key, and slips the other paper in front of me to sign that I have received my keys. When I'm finished I thank him and walk out. The fresh and cool air refreshes me and I walk into the school building with newly found determination.

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A/N
So I know I took a lot of time on this chapter, but school started and I'm struggling with some project and two papers. Sorry for being late but I hope you like it.