New school nightmare ( second in series)

Jazz and I were dropped off at our new school. We would be staying there for the weekend before going home on Monday. We left the car park where our parents had dropped us off and walked up to the tall, metal gates. peering, out at the school it looked like a modern mansion. White balconies ran around the school with a beach close by it. Looking out carefully you could just sea the blue, crashing waves and the golden sand. We were about to open the gate when it automatically opened up into a garden of white lilies, up the gravelled path leading to the grand, glass doors of the school. Nice! Jazz being Jazz ran up to the doors and skidded spraying stones everywhere. Smoothing down by blue skirt I walked up nervously to follow her.

Jazz had once again managed to customize her uniform. Her tie was much smaller than it was meant to be, you couldn't see the black of her blazer because of the enormous amount of badges she had on, and her tights had purposely made holes on the leg. She had also added her own touch of blue nail varnish (which I was sure wasn't written down in the rules) and threaded bright, blue laces through her shoes instead of black laces ( I am certain that isn't in the rules.) She was leaning slightly to the side because of the weight of her heavy, designer school side bag. It pays to be stylish though. I opened the glass doors. They were extremely heavy. I nearly fell backwards trying to open them and my heavy rucksack didn't help. Luckily, I balanced myself and walked up to the smiley women at reception.

We introduced ourselves and she realised we were new. She said her name was Mrs Pine and that if we were ever lost just come to her. Mrs Pine took us down to the Head teacher. Even Jazz was scared and started removing a few of the badges from her blazer. The wooden door labelled Mrs Key was opened slightly ajar. Walking in Jazz and I seated ourselves down and the chairs opposite her. She was very nice and we were relived, though she did make a comment on Jazz's uniform and the alarming number of badges she owned. I don't think any teacher actually hasn't made a comment on Jazz's uniform. Mrs Key led us pass the corridors, up and down stairs and through doors. Finally we reached our dormitory block. In a class there were 12 student. Each student shared a dormitory with another. Jazz and I opened the door to our dormitory. In there were two beds with blue sheets. Blue curtains and dark blue desks. We each had our own light blue dressing table too with a white wardrobe too. They were VERY neat and tidy and also had a small bathroom. I knew automatically I would be the one to be relied upon to keep this room as neat and tidy as it is now. As I was thinking this Jazz jumped across the beds. You could almost here the springs groaning and squeaking in the mattress. Honestly.

Chapter 2

We were unpacking our things when the door opened with a slight creek. peering around the door was a girl with red hair and freckles and the biggest grin anyone could have spread across her smiling face. "Hello" she said excitedly. "My name is Amber" I am in the room next to you along with Emily. She is crazy about baking. Poppy in the room the other side of you has a horse down at the stables not far from here she shares a room with Eva. They are both really nice" I half wondered if Amber was EVER going to stop talking! "The boys block is not far from here. You will meet them when we have our lessons. Our block is by far the best. Your so lucky that you get to miss your lessons today. We have double maths next. I can't believe we still have to normal lessons. Anyway, I have to go now before I get yet another detention for being late. See you around! With that Amber flew out of the room and half slid down the stairs to her next lesson. Me and Jazz were left in the room with our mouths wide open as if we were goldfish. I have never heard anyone talk as fast as Amber. She certainly had a lot to say. We had two hours until tea time. Jazz spent her time practising her saxophone, so loud that a teacher came in to say she had a Drama lesson down the corridors and her students are spending more time dancing to Jazz's saxophone playing as if it was a dance lesson, than performing plays!