SHATTERED

Chapter two: SCHOOL?!

WHAT WHAT! YO PEOPLE, HOPE YOU LIKED CHAPTER ONE. HERE'S ANOTHER ONE, HOPE YOU ENJOY!!! :-)

"Argggg" I grunt, standing up from the ugly, stiff bed that managed to give me a backache. I peep at my phone on the bedside table and check the time. Six o' clock. I should still be asleep, but I don't think I can stand a minute more on the old bed. I stretch my arms and grunt some more. I groggily stood up and opened the door. At once, the buttery smell of pancakes entered my nose and man, they smell great! You gotta hand it to her, mom wasn't the best mom on the planet, but she was a GODDESS in the kitchen! I walk into the room and get greeted by mom, who lays a stack of flapjacks on a plate and puts it in front of me. She places a fork and maple syrup. I smile and so does mom, who goes back to her cooking. I douse the pancakes with syrup and dig in.

" You better hurry, honey, you've got school today" mom tells me over her shoulder.

" SCHOOL?!" I reply, my smile turned into a scowl. " Mom, school started last week!".

" Yes, dear, your dad and I made arrangements. You and your sister are going to school.", she says calmly as if nothing was wrong.

"We just got here, mom!" I protest. " SCHOOL?!", this I repeat hoping for a different answer.

Mom nods and puts a hand on my shoulder, "Yes, Sean, school.".

I stand up and swallow the last bit of pancake which seemed like a rough stone as it tumbled down my throat. School, great. I mean we got here yesterday and OBVIOUSLY I just HAD to go to school.

I rushed to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Hurriedly afterwards, I got in dad's car and off to school.

Alisha was as angered as I. The ride to Stainfieild was unbelievably quiet. Only until we got there did anyone speak.

" Have fun kids!", dad called out and roared into the highway before we could reply.

"This is it," Alisha told me as we looked at the old gray building towering above us. There was nothing warm at all about Stainfield. Everyting from the rusted letters to the well kept grass spelled kid un-friendly.

I nod gloomily and rush into the huge building. Making my way through a sea of students, perfectly aware of Alisha still grasping my arm. We enter the principal's office.

"Good morning children.", says a fat lady whom I believe is the principal coldly. She lifted her rectangular glasses higher before continuing. "Welcome to stainfield."

At the sound of her voice and Alisha's tightening grip, I knew I'd hate it here.