TOO VERY MUCH?

Chapter 2

"Shit." I mutter and quickly get out of bed. I'm still not used to the time difference, so I think I'm late for school, when really it's only five in the morning here.

There is way too much on my mind for me to fall back asleep, so I decide to just get ready for my first day at school. It's probably in my best interest to look at least half way decent today so I don't embarrass myself. Those girls that Louis sort of introduced me to last night were gorgeous.

I quickly shower and leave my hair wrapped up in a towel as I get dressed. I choose a pair of blue jeans and one of my favorite sweaters. Once my hair is dry, I curl a few strands and apply some light makeup. Now, I've never been one of those girls who genuinely cares about her appearance, but I do force myself to at least try. I always tell myself, "look good, feel good." Well, no I don't, but I heard that saying once, and I guess it just kind of stuck in my mind.

Amidst all of the boxes scattered throughout my new room, my backpack is hidden. I still haven't had the time to completely organize everything, so it's still a mess in here. It makes me go crazy, but as soon as I have some free time, I'll work on it.

"Found ya." I smile to myself when I see the purple two-strapped bag amongst my other purses and satchels. I really should've had this done last night, but I was much too tired.

I throw in two new notebooks, a few folders and a pack of pencils into the backpack and head downstairs. I can not last a whole day of school without breakfast, let alone until lunch time.

"Good morning,Nikki." I see my father reading the newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee at the kitchen table. Now our new house is really starting to feel like a home.

"Morning dad." I smile before grabbing an apple and pouring myself a bowl of Cheerios.

"Are you nervous for your first day?"

"A little, but not too bad." I answer honestly.

"You'll do great, kiddo. Do you want me to give you a ride? Your mom went job hunting, but I don't start work until tomorrow, so I can take you."

"Yes, please." I take a bite out of the red apple and hum in appreciation of the ripeness.

"Well we should probably get going, you need to pick up your schedule. Are you ready?" He folds the newspaper back up and finished the liquid left in his mug.

"Yep." Taking my bag, I follow my dad to the car.

Just as we pull out of the driveway, I see Harry and Louis, I think, getting into a car. They must be going to school as well.

It only takes a little more than five minutes to get to the school, which isn't so big. There's a lot of teenagers outside of it though, and it's a bit intimidating.

"Alright, have a good day. Call me at the end of the day and I'll come pick you up." My dad parks out front and turns to face me.

"Thanks, dad. Love you." I lean over the center console of the car to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I love you, You'll do great." He smiles and I get out.

I take a cliché deep breath before I begin walking up to the school, trying not to do anything stupid as I go. I take careful steps to ensure I don't trip up the stairs and attempt to navigate towards the main office to find out where my classes will be.

"Excuse me, can you-" I tap the shoulder of a girl standing outside the front doors. She looks at me disgusted and ignores me.

Okay then... I was only going to ask her for directions, damn.