We turned into the large horseshoe shaped driveway that had ‘Welcome to Charmingdale Cove High’ printed in large, white letters, mounted to a curved brick wall. ‘Charming!’ I sarcastically thought aloud to myself as we pulled up out front of the school to look for some sort of directional signage to see how to get to the administration block. As Mum rode the brake pedal, slowly rolling forward looking obviously lost, I spotted the same limousine that I had seen yesterday.
‘Let me out here!’ I demanded as I quickly fumbled for the door handle.
‘What?’ Mum called back, stopping the car.
‘You can stop and let me out here!’ I said desperately, ‘Don’t worry about trying to find somewhere to park, I will find the admin block myself and I’ll be fine… promise!’
‘But Karris, it’s your first day at a new school, at least let me walk you to the front office.’ Mum was leaning over towards the passengers seat to try to get the last word in, but it was too late. I had already grabbed my school bag and skateboard from the front where I was sitting and was about to close the car door when Mum yelled out, ‘Karris McApple!’ and threw her empty coke can at my window.
I stopped suddenly and opened the door and leant down and looked at Mum. ‘What?’ I said.
She let out a sigh and said, ‘Goodbye and good luck. I’ll meet you here after school, OK? And I don’t think you should be taking your skateboard with you…’
I gave her a lovingly warm, but very rushed smile and said, ‘OK, bye! I’ll be fine… promise!’ and then slammed the door shut again. I threw my schoolbag over my shoulder and slammed my skateboard on the ground with my foot. I waved Mum on as she was still sitting in the car watching me and I didn’t want anyone knowing that I was planning to spy on the girl in the limousine… or, well, the Tony Hawke look alike more like it. I looked at my digital watch and there was still ten minutes to go until the first siren, so I proceeded to skate toward the large tree that over shadowed a very full car park, with the limousine parked just across the road. As I approached the kerb, I jumped the back of my board by flicking it up with the ball of my foot and caught it at the same time as landing effortlessly on the grass. I was closer now to the limousine and I could quite clearly make out about 15 or 20 people standing around it. I had to get an even closer look, so, sneakily, I crept up behind a large tree trunk to take cover to see if I could catch a glimpse of what was going on. Yep! And there she was… and there he was! Carrying her school bag and her lap top for her. No room left to carry his skateboard. She treats him like her own personal slave!
‘That’s Sally Enyolk.’ Came a voice from behind me. I jumped nearly 10 feet into the air as I had just been caught out. I turned around and there standing about the same height as me, was a girl with the most luscious and healthy looking long, brown hair, wearing her school uniform like it was designed especially for her, smiling warmly at me.’
‘I could see you out the window.’ She pointed toward the office building which she must have been inside of to have been able to see me through the window.
‘Huh?’ I said, trying to evade her presence and make out as if I didn’t know what she was talking about.
‘The girl in the limo, that’s Sally Enyolk, the talk show host for the game show ‘Grossetime Fever’.’
‘Really?’ I asked in amazement as I turned back around again to take another look at Sally Eggyolk posing in front of everyone.
‘Yeah, and her mother invented the new anti-wrinkle, Botox-in-a-bin cream called ‘Yolkadots’. They’re like these dots made out of egg yolk that you stick on to your face which naturally dissolve with your own body heat into your skin, diminishing wrinkles…’
