A Song For You, Mate. (ON HOLD)

A Song For You, Mate. - Chapter Thirteen.

Vanessa's P.O.V.

Waking up on the Monday morning I felt refreshed and revitalised after my invigorating sleep. After watching some television on the Sunday my Father had received a phone call from the Headmaster of my new high school - Mr. Churchill. He had decided that in order to keep things under wraps and on the down low, it would be best for me to arrive at the school late. This was to ensure I could get to the reception and sort out my schedule without the un-wanted attention of teenage high schoolers, and so that he could call a school assembly, mostly targeting the senior class, to inform them of my presence, and to warn them not to harass me or in lay man terms, detentions would be issued accordingly to those in violation of the rules he had so clearly stated.

Nevertheless, no matter how he worded it, I was more then grateful and appreciative for the lengths he was willing to go to in order to ensure my comfort whilst I was attending the school. Mr. Churchill them told me not to worry about the younger year groups as well as he would hold assembly's for them also, but after the senior class had been told, however he assured me not to worry about it as I would either be in what he called a 'home room' which I assumed with be the equivalent of form time, or they would be called upon during the first period as they would be in homeroom.

Checking the time it was 6:30 exactly as I had set my clock for 6:25. Climbing out of bed I went straight to my closet and put on a pair of Adidas black running trainers, a pair of Adidas shorts which were red with white stripes, and a white tank top. I also grabbed the water bottle that I kept at on my bedside table as I didn't like to drink ice cold water, and grabbed my iPhone and headphones as I wasn't sure if the gym had the built in speakers yet.

Walking down the stairs, passing the kitchen and walking into the gym I started my usual morning routine that my dancers and nutritionist had devised in order to start my metabolism off at a higher rate than usual. The first thing I did every morning was drink Thirty ounces of water, hence the water bottle, and do exercise without eating first because it burns off more excess calories.

The workout only lasted it's usual Twenty to Twenty Five minutes. In that time I had managed to do a variation if four different planks, push-ups, sit-ups and crunches in order to work on my core. Then to finish it off I did a run for Ten minutes straight on the treadmill. This worked the majority of my muscles out and by the time was done I felt woken up and energised ready to start my day.

Half an hour later I was showered, dried and clothed and making my way down stairs with my hair tied up in a towel to soak out all of the moisture from my shower. After a few minutes of deliberation, and taking into account the weather outside, which was once again boiling hot, I decided to wear my new pair of black and white Chanel high heels which had black trim all along the outside which joined together on the top and bottom conjoined by a bow. Then the inner bit was a white sheer and lace material which had little miniature imprints of the Chanel logo on them. Then to carry on with my black and white theme I picked out a pair of white high waisted jean shorts, and a black Dior sheer top which had lace covering the shoulders and the short sleeves. Only to complete my outfit I then grabbed a cute grey satchel which hung on my shoulder which was from one if my favourite brands; Jack Wills. The of course my infamous but very loved and cherished black ray bans.

Striding down the stairs and turning for the kitchen I sat down, put my bag on the seat next to me, removed my ray bans and moved to kiss my parents on their cheeks. Leaning across to my Dad my intention was accomplished, then I leaned over him in order to give my mother a kiss which she happily and gracefully accepted. In return she handed me a plate with an egg sandwich on, knowing I loved starting my day with one, but also knowing I loved a bit of sugar she had gone out of her way and treated me to some pancakes, English style, which made me gasp in surprise and delight as we only ever really ate pancakes on Shrove Tuesday - or also known as pancake day.