Normality, Thy Name is Lynette

Chapter One

I stood in front of the class, awkwardly. It was my first day, but there was only a month of school left... and it was a boarding school. Who transfers to a boarding school this late in the year? A girl whose father's new wife did not want to deal with her new husband's child, that's who.

The teacher, Mr. Monroe, stood behind his desk, introducing me, "Class, we have a new student."

Someone in the front mumbled, "This late in the year..."

The teacher either didn't hear him or chose to ignore him because he just continued on, "She has just moved here from The States. Her name is Lynette Adkins."

"Hello." I said, unsure of what to say. I had never moved around as a kid. In fact, I only moved once in my entire life. It was from one house to a bigger house on the next block.

"If she doesn't mind, you can ask a few questions before I take attendance."

Great... please no one ask WHY I have suddenly come here.

The same guy who had mumbled earlier asked, "Where in The States did you live?"

"Texas."

"Why have you moved to Canada?" A girl questioned.

"Canada's colder. I like the cold. This is a small town. It's quiet." I tried to dodge the question.

My father did not want me to make it out that I had an evil step mother. She was not evil, but she did not want me, so I was shipped off. At least it was somewhere close to America, my two step brothers are in Japan. I don't think they have been home for years either; I know I've never met them and I doubt my dad has.

"Why so late in the year?"

"My aunt needed help around her restaurant. I was sent here with a week left at my old school, so I needed to finish the year here." Which was true, my aunt did have a restaurant here and I would probably help out but it wasn't the reason I was here.

"But a boarding school?" The same girl retorted.

"My aunt's not going to take me of me. I am just going to work in her diner because she needs help. My father did not want me to be a burden on her, so... boarding school. This school also has boarding through summer months, one of the few that does, thus no need for me to go back to America over the summer or to even stay at my aunt's."

"Parlez-vous français?"

"Oui et non. I am only a freshman; therefore have only taken one year of French."

"Freshman?" I forgot that Canadians didn't use that term.

"Sorry, Grade 9."

"Alright class, I think you have asked enough questions. Miss Adkins, you may take your seat now. It is the second to last seat in the fifth row."

My seat was in front of a girl with extremely short brown hair and next to a guy with black hair that was longer than the girl in front of me. No one sat behind me or to the other side of me because there was no sixth row.

Classes went on like they did at home. Boring, long, informative. The only class I had issues with was French. The province I was in had both French and English as their official languages; therefore, the class was onto things I had never even heard of before. Plus, I lived in Texas. My teacher actually spoke Spanish but Spanish and French were close enough that she thought she could teach it. She would slip up and use Spanish pronunciations sometimes... most of the time.

After the classes, I went to unpack all my stuff. I brought most of my clothes, even though we had to wear uniforms here, because I figured that I would not being going home anytime soon. I would probably just put those suitcases in the closet and not bother unpacking them until I needed them.