WHEN WAR BEGINS!√

Chapter 13

*Your accent sounds as if you are from Britain or Bath.

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"We are here, get your but out of the car now and take in the beauty." She says grabbing her purse and jumping out of her black Porsche car. This school was huge, it even had a Zoo?, it was an attractive school. Grass was perfectly cut, even the hedges were cut, crystal stones made a noise everytime we stepped. The inside didn't look more like a school, it looked like those golf cafés. A beautiful blonde ladies greets us with a warm smile.
"Welcome, let me take you two lovely ladies to the office" She says smiling at me, I pull a muscle and smile back. She nods her head for us to enter the Headmaster's office
"Mrs Oceans delightful seeing you again, this is your Beautiful daughter?" His definitely not American, he sounds more like his from Holland, I think his English. He greats my mom and smiles at me, I smile back pulling every muscle even though I have been frowning the whole morning.
"Elizabeth right?"
"Yes Sir that's right." I bop my head back and forth.
"Well your timetable is inside your locker and your map brochure, are you ready for Millbrook, your marks are really outstanding." He says looking at me in a very fascinated way, he had grey hair, and grey eyes. A Colgate smile is what Joy would call it, he was the suit person, seeing him wear casual would be unusual.
"Thank you Sir and yes I am ready I guess" I nod my head again, I wasn't ready for this school, I felt like I would be the only foreign learner they have.
"Let's get going would we, you are South African right?" He says eyeing me, and I give him a slight nod.
"Your accent sure sounds like you are from Britain or Bath.." He says standing up, my mom follows giving me a wink. If only he knew I was faking his accents, I tend to do that, its a habit and my friends say its a talent.
"I'm South African Mr..." Wait what's his surname?,
"Newton." He finishes for me answering my question. He told me that one of the Council leaders would show me around. I was also told that in America apparently learners spent an expansion of 4 years in high school, that's so different from South Africa, we spend 5 years. New way of calling my 10th grade; I'm a Sophomore. 9th grade was Freshman, 10th Grade was Sophomore, 11th grade was Junior and 12th grade was Senior. I thought I was totally old for my grade but apparently my age was actually perfect, a 15 year old Sophomore. Schools in the states are way too complicated.
"I will take you to your first class." Mr Newton says nodding his head for me to follow, I'm sure he saw my slow pace. I check my timetable, my first period was English Literature or something like that. I will get lost more often than usual here, even the subjects are different. Back in South Africa I did English as Home Language and Afrikaans as first additional, here I doubt they have another language. If there is a foreign language I pray it be French, now that language is romantic.
"Alright, we're here let me just have a word with the teacher you can stand here." My hearts beating rate increases, my nerves just got the better of me. Too scared to enter the classroom, I stood at the doorway waiting for his signal as he talks to the teacher. Oh no his coming, no,no,no!!, firstly the uniform here makes me feel really uncomfortable. Secondly I have to enter a class with a group of Sophomore's who will view me as an alien from another planet. This is the end of the world for me...

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"Again, good morning class!"Mr Newton says with a firm voice and the whole class stands up. I wish I could burst out in laughter, when Mr Newton entered the first time they stood up, then he left the room. Now he is entering again and they all stand up again, some of them clumsly standing. He summons me to come in and I slowly move in. Every single person in the classroom stopped whatever they were doing and staired at me. Like the usual, I heard some whistle blows the others were whispering to each other.
" Right everyone,  this is Elizabeth Oceans. This young lady is from the bottom of earth, South Africa, she will be joining Millbrook. Treat her well and here Goodluck young lady."He gives me a nod and leaves me standing RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CLASS!???!
"Aah, Elizabeth, I'm Mrs Bank, you can sit..." Her eyes dart around the class for a second, the amount of people raising there hands in the air gesturing their empty spots next to them made me feel a little bit wanted.
"Next to Melissa, Melissa do you mind if this lovely young lady sits next to you, Melissa!!" Melissa looks up from her book and draws her attention towards me. She seemed like the introvert type, kept her stuff to herself, although her appearance might have looked a bit Gothic. She was wearing her uniform yes but she had a dark purple rogue on, her necklace was a black black lace. She seemed to have over applied this black lining thing around her eyes, I really don't know what they call it but I think my friends called it eyeliner. I don't do makeups, they make me sneeze and scratch my eyes, painting your face like a clown is dangerous.
"Ah, sure.." She gives me a friendly smile, firstly she looked like a book expert, secondly she was an introvert, I liked her already. I move to the back of the class and as I walk everyone's eyes is on me?, some are eyeing my uniform. Why would they stair at my outfit but it looks just like theirs. I sit down next to Melissa and she smiles at me.
"Hi, I'm Melissa Thomson." She says offering me her hand with a black glove.
"Elizabeth Oceans nice meeting you" I politely shake her hand the formal way of shaking a queens hand.
"You sure have a very wonderful accent, set aside the adorable voice."She says looking at me like she just discovered an expensive diamond that could make her rich.
" Thanks, your accent too is most different. "It wasn't and I hated myself for lieing to her, sorry Melissa.  I just wanted to keep the conversation going to a point that it would never end. She nods at me and I turn to look at the teacher who just about started talking. Melissa seemed a little bit quiet. "She is that new chick Darren spoke about...she is gorgeous, is she really from the bottom of Africa?"
"I need a better view, but she has the looks."
My cheeks heat up from the embarrassment, these students are literally talking about me like I'm not around.
"Excuse me I'll be back in a sec.."Mrs Bank says leaving the class, so she just left and the class was silent for a bit, until the door closes. The majority of the students spring out of their seats, some shouting, for a second I thought this was a disciplined school but I was wrong, really wrong. I take out my phone and start playing my favourite game Candy Crush, I did not want to disturb Melissa from her heated book I guess.
" Hey Black girl, you not allowed to use your phone in class."A barbied girl with big nerd glasses bangs on my desk. Two girls with glasses crossed their arms next to her. She looked like she wanted to be a nerd, sure she did, she wanted to attract boys. Problem was her way in approaching boys was so wrong. Everyone in the class stops what the're doing and stares at me waiting patiently for my response. Stupid Sophomores, they seem like they have nothing to do besides try interacting with people's minds. I should be asking why she called me Black girl because I'm not the only girl with that race in the class, but I'll just ignore that. I look at her with a serious look, that look is a jackpot, then I shrug it off putting my phone away and ignoring her. I cross my arms and rest my head on the desk.
"Hellooooo, don't ignore me I'm not done!" She bangs my desk again causing my head to ache a little, I furrow my eyebrows at her trying to give her the ' I'm not interested look '. I don't respond again, I just stare at her, mom was right when she said 'dont argue with a fool or you will become a fool'. Look at this girl making a fool of herself, pulling an impression for the boys, its more like the being bossy show but she came to the wrong person and she is pissing me off now.
" Helllloooo!!!, can you speak english??"She yells with her irratating voice, she was a blondy, with a short skirt, I never even noticed they all are wearing short skirts. So let me get this straight these girls are trying to show their flat arse and look all nerdy on the top so boys may bow for them and be hypnotized by their croaky voices?. I guess they trying too hard, changing yourself to make a great impression is actually some form of hatered towards yourself but I can't judge.
"Oh look ladies and gentlemen she cannot speak English!!" She claps her hands and the nerdy dolls join her,whilst in the class some laughed at that the others stare at me like I'm the fool here. Melissa gives me the 'Why are you not doing anything?' look. The Doll pack leader laughs hard and looks around the class holding her stomach and banging on my desk more harder. She was even faking her laughs, the class settles down.
"Huuuuuuh, that was so funny!" She yells again trying her best to be heard.
"Are you done?" I question her with a smile full of amusement. Everyone looked at me as if they just discovered a breathing dinosaur. The Doll pack leader stops her dieing laugh.
"Excuse me?" She says, some boys muffle laughs, others make weird sounds, so this is really some sort of entertainment to them.
"Are you done seeking for unnecessary attention?" I ask her and I don't know why but the boys fidget in their chairs like they have ants in their pants.
"Listen I .."
"Are you done making a fool of yourself, oh ohk guess you are done, now move out of the way I want to admire the teacher please" I cut her and don't wait for her response as the teacher walks in. The boys start making weird sounds like cats being strangled some blowing whistles, I never knew the boys here act abnormal. The Doll pack leader holds in tears and walks out of the class. Now I really feel bad, I'm already acting childish on the first day of school. I know she worked on my nerves but I shouldn't have lost my patience.
"Silence!, where do you think you are going Ms Jackson, Jackson!!"The teacher yells but is ignored, everyone in the class looks at me with amusement some are totally entertained by this. Ohk!, on my defence I was kind of being taunted by her. The bell rings and everyone grabs their bags and leaves.
" Melissa uh, do you know where the Art class is?"I ask her as she stands up packing her bags, she seems like a quiet person or maybe she isn't just she is the ignorant type. I tried best not to stare at the nose ring she had when I spoke to her but it was just big and black, she even had one on her eyebrow, surely even in her tongue.
"Sure, I'm going there now, we have most periods together except you do advanced mathematical studies, I just do geometry not calculus." She mumbles looking at my timetable.
"Come on let's go, tell you the most annoying thing about art class" She says giving me a smile as we walk through the corridor's
"What is it?"
"We are combined with the Junior's" She says rolling her eyes, behind all that make up I could tell that Melissa was a beautiful person, she had green eyes which suit her perfectly and her hair stopped just beneath her jaws it was really cute.
"Junior's, what's annoying about that?" I ask her
"Some of them are just full of themselves" She says tapping on her book
"We are here.."