The Melody Of Us

St. Clarke's High

Today is the day.

Yeah, the day that'll lead me to my doom. Not that I'm scared or something. Let's see what London has in store for me.

I wear my denim jeans and a white top, throwing my black shrug over my shoulders. Further, I fit my feet inside my black ankle boots and to complete the getup, I leave my hair open and let them caress my front.

I don't have the books, so I simply decide to pick my sling bag instead of the handbag.

Ready, I brush a lip gloss against my lips and dab some perfume.
I give out a sigh and look at myself in the mirror.

Well, I'm satisfied. It's just a school. What harm will it do to me? And I'm bold and confident enough to not let any bitch walk allover me.
So, yeah. I'm pretty much done.

I switch off the lights and head downstairs for breakfast.
We came here two days ago and I still feel kinda awkward here. Maybe it's because after a stretch of seven years, I'm under the same roof as my mother. And it doesn't make me feel ecstatic. Instead, it boils my blood to a whole new level.

Anyway, so I gobble down all the fruit salad and drink a glass of hot chocolate to wrap up with my breakfast.

Hazel is sitting beside me and she's way too excited to 'see her new school'.
"You'll be a new student of that new school, Hazel. Stop screeching in my ears. It's disturbing." I say, popping a chewing gum inside my mouth.
"I looked up at the internet, and I'll have my mouth gutted if I underestimate the royals of that school. It has –"
"– it's own stadium, seven libraries, three tennis courts and two large swimming pools." I complete her sentence, tired of listening to the same rant again and again. "You've barked that stuff out five times already. Stop it."

Dad and Michael start laughing. Myra isn't anywhere around us and that's exactly why I'm kinda cheerful right now.
Turns out, Michael isn't that bad. He is a little annoying, but polite and fun loving as well. And he hasn't married Myra because he was totally against her decision of leaving her family to excel in her career. That's the major reason why I've stopped acting like a bitchy snap-girl in front of him.

"I am the world's most professional stalker, dear sister." Hazel remarks, narrowing her eyes at me.
"You sure as hell are, dumbo. Jesus, who stalks an educational institution?!" I say, rolling my eyes.
"Human beings who are interested in new schools do."
"Or human beings who are interested in getting acquainted with new hot boys?" At this, dad starts laughing so hard that I get startled.
***

Okay.
This is insane.
I knew St. Clarke's High is THE school, thanks to Hazel's continuous commentary in the car.
What I didn't know was that this school has got all classy, rich and arrogant students who are the sons and daughters of extremely famous personalities.

I pinch my arm for the umpteenth time to make sure that I'm not dreaming.
And yeah, this is real. I'm not dreaming.

Right now, I'm sitting in front of the principal, Mr. David Simpson. And I'm biting my nails like a freak.
Hazel is pretty confident about this whole situation.
I'm not being the real me. I never bite my nails.

Disgusted, I put my hands in my lap and sit straight, staring down at the bald principal.
He's right now talking to Hazel about her grades in previous school and all her achievements.
Being the responsible one, I made my dad carry my folder of all certificates and mark sheets with shining A's.

When Mr. Simpson turns to face me, I sit straighter and smile confidently. He reciprocates with same force, which makes my heart rate slightly come back to normal.

"Ms. Liana Matthias Hall." He acknowledges.
"Sir."
"I've been told that you're quite an orator from your previous principal."
"You contacted Dean Abigail?" I ask, astounded.
"No, young lady. She contacted me." He smiles. "So, your mark sheets tell us that you're a bright student as well."
"Yes, sir." Woop, confidence.
"And I hope you'll continue with the same."
"Definitely, sir."
"I must tell you that we take every aspect of a student's well being into serious account. Any kind of misbehavior or rule breaking will not be tolerated at all. You will get three warnings. On the fourth one, you will be rusticated and won't be allowed to enter the school grounds at any cost. And mind you, being rusticated from this school will ruin all your chances of getting further education. Did I make myself clear?"
"Crystal." I say.
"Brilliant. So, you'll get all your books and a map of the school building after this meeting. Go through them thoroughly. You can join us as new students tomorrow itself. That's pretty much everything. And yes, you're not allowed to smoke, take drugs or consume alcohol under school premises. If found doing any such thing, you'll be suspended for two whole months and won't be allowed to give your mock examinations. Any kind of public display of affection will not be tolerated."

I gape at the old man. This school is something.
Maybe there is a strict hold of discipline here and I won't have to face any sort of trouble.

Hazel and I bid our goodbyes and head out of his massive office.
Outside, dad stands up and looks at us questioningly.
I rub the 'Approved' letter in his face and grin like a Chesire cat.
***

The books are pretty much the same. I take the same subjects as I opted for initially: maths, English, chemistry, psychology and biology.
Right now, I'm filling up the details for my subjects. And I'm confused about the extra subjects that I can take. They will not add up to my final score, but I still need at least one by my hand.
The options are: basketball, swimming, music, dance, art, football and cheerleading.
I penned down music without even thinking for a second. But then my eyes landed on basketball. I've always wanted to play that game, I don't know why.
So, yeah. I choose basketball as my second extra subject. Sounds funny, doesn't it? Basketball as a subject. Insert that laughing-with-tears-in-its-eyes emoticon here.
I think about cheerleading but then drop it. Who knows what kind of moves they'd make me do in front of sweating sports players.

So, that's it.
Tomorrow, I'll be a regular student going to St. Clarke's High.

Hazel chose sociology, maths, economics, history and French; Her extra subjects being dance and cheerleading. Yeah, she's into all this stuff since the beginning.

So, we submit our forms and grab all our books. The map of the school building is extremely easy to understand for a newbie like me.

Cough, sarcasm, cough.

I push it inside my sling bag and follow my dad out of the huge and well constructed building.
On my way, I accidentally run into someone and falter, holding my head. I groan.

"Hey, watch your butt, you bitch!" Says the girl in front of me.
Her brown eyes pierce into mine with such intensity that I flinch. She's a blondie with a perfect figure and she's wearing something way too showy for a school: an obscene, transparent crop top with a very short skirt. I know it's now a thing to show off your toned figure, but this is too much. If she lets the crop top inch a little upwards, the world will be able to see stuff that isn't required for the public eye.

"You watch your butt, miss Minaj." I revert back, the bitch within me growing alive.
"What did you –"
"Liana. Is there a problem here?" Dad asks, eyeing this bitch up and down and then making a face.
"Nothing. Let's go." I scowl at her for the last time and step away.

If I will have to face such bitches, then I'll have to build up my walls and act accordingly. Because back home, I was the queen bee of the school.
Here is a whole new story.
***