Holland.

chapter 2

A/N this chapter is considerably a lot shorter than my previous one, however, I hope you enjoy.

Also, I would like to thank friesandcries for the lovely words that inspired me to continue.

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As Harper pulled into the parking lot of Riverly High School, I could almost feel the curious eyes attaching themselves to my brothers and I, igniting a sense of anxiety deep inside of me. Harper turned around in his chair to face us, copied closely by Harrison. Harry had beat us both to shotgun, so he sat beside Harper, whilst i sat next to Haiden in the back seat.

"Okay, it's the first day. Please, for the love of god, make some friends, not enemies. I'm the oldest so I guess it's kinda my responsibility to take you all to your first classes, and we'll meet up at break and lunch, alright? Oh, and Holland," Harper narrowed his bright blue eyes, "you stay away from the boys."

"Whatever." I growled, knowing that I certainly would NOT be staying away from the boys. I needed my life to go back to normal, especially with what happened.

After climbing out of the car, I took in my surroundings, scanning over the faces of the students and teachers. Ugh. Huffing slightly I pulled my bag over my shoulders, leaning towards Haiden for support.

Beside the car park, a large, three story building sat. Connected to that, were many other smaller buildings, All joined together to make one massive school property.

"You'll be fine, Hol." He said with a reassuring smile, placing a large arm over my shoulders.

As we entered the large, outdated school building, almost everyone fell silent, just like in a book or a movie. Couples joined by the lips make out shamelessly beside the lockers, the 'nerds' sat on the floor with their homework, reading and playing on laptops, cheerleaders bound down the hall, following the 'bad boys.' Whilst the stoner kids stumble their way around the corridors. The whole school seems terribly cliché, yet, who am I to judge? My life is a cliché. My shoes made slight squeaking noises as I followed my brothers down the near silent corridor towards a room with a sign marked 'reception.'

Entering the room, I noticed a set of double doors, a few rows of seats, a bookshelf and a desk in which a gentle looking old lady sat. Making our way over, Harper, as usual, was the first to speak.

"Hello, we're the Greene family, our mother and father enrolled us a few weeks ago?" Harper spoke swiftly, posing his statement more as a question.

"Oh yes, the Greene children, just moved here." said the old lady in her sweet, kind voice. Her wrinkled skin stretching out into a large smile, reaching all the way up to her big brown eyes. "Let me just print off your maps and schedules, and you'll be free to go. I'm sure you can find your own way around the school, am I correct?"

I nodded my head, looking towards my brothers, who were also nodding like a bunch of bobble head dolls.

Silently I make my way over and pulled Harrison's head down to my level, before whispering "do you think we will have any classes together?"

Harry smiles, "maybe, Holly, not sure yet.. but I hope so."

Well, if that's as good as I'm gonna get, that's good enough for me.