Chapter [1] : Sausage-Head
“Wake up Rebbeca! Otherwise you will be late for school. You sure don’t wanna make a bad impression on the first day, do you? Now C’mon Get up!!!” I hear my mom from downstairs. I mumble “a few more minutes sleep mum” and turn to the other side of the bed and start to doze off!
As I began dozing off something very cold and wet hit my face. “What the hell was that?” I said sitting upright with astonishment clear in my voice. I look up to see my mum with an empty jug in her hand and a big grin plastered on her face. I eye her and then quickly take a look at the bed only to notice that half of my night shirt along with the comforter was wet.
I see my mom and the bed again and again. Then reality finally hits me!“Why did you need to pour that whole jar on me?” I say motioning to the jar. She grins at me and bursts out laughing as she can’t control it anymore.
What’s wrong with mom today? She is hardly jolly in mornings. You see, me and mum aren’t morning persons unlike my dad. What’s got mom so cheery today? Is she high on caffeine or something? Or maybe some drugs... hmm...I’ll have to keep an eye on that.
Stupid Rebs it’s not a time to think of a plan and spy on mom!
“Dear, it was the only way to wake you!” She said shaking her head with a huge smile but she wasn’t laughing like a maniac anymore. As I was about to reply to that, she spoke again “Now out the bed and in the shower.” She said motioning to the bathroom door. I sigh and hop off the bed. “There’s no point in arguing, right?” I ask heading towards the door. “Right... and get down in 10 mins. You are already late and I will be dropping you today.” She said with a sweet smile. “I love Pristine High; it’s a wonderful place for you. You know that right!?” she asked before leaving. I just gave her a nod and entered the shower.
Pristine High. Yep my school or how I like to put it: My Daily Hell. Yeah that sounds better!
It’s not like I hate school, it’s just that I have shifted just 5-6 months back and I barely know anyone in the school. Today is the start of the second year in school!! I just don’t understand why Mom and Dad felt the need to shift? I had pretty good friends back there in Blooming Dale. And know I am left with none! Well that’s not entirely true.... I have a best friend and she being the only one. The Popular crowd had put me in the Nerds section. Typical Stereotypers. But I don’t give a damn!
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Currently I am in a queue waiting to get my schedule I have this year. As I reach the desk the woman from behind it says “Name and Year.” She is clearly not enjoying the work she has been assigned. Well I can’t blame her it does look boring, handing the students their class’s list. And to us students it feels like she is a hell cop who is handing us our horrible chores that we have to do for all the sins we have committed. I shook the thoughts out of my head and answered her “Rebbeca Michaelson, Year XI.” She quickly searches through the printed papers and hands me a paper. I take it and with a sweet smile and Thanks, I proceed to my first class.
Hmm... Let’s see... My first class is...
FRENCH WITH MR.GRIMSON
OH-OH
French in the beginning! Why me, God? Why me? I am not an expert at French plus I have it every day in the first and the icing on the cake, it’s with MR.GRIMSON! Well My Last year, although it was only half, with Mr.Grimson was not so good. And Now I have to face him every morning. Great! Just a Great start of the second year!! I sigh and go up to my locker to grab my French books.
“Rebbeca!!” I get startled by the sudden shriek of my name. I turn to see who it is and guess what? It was Sarah. Sarah Jacob my Bestie.
“Heyy!!” I reply with the same shriekness.
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