Lights That Dance To Her Heart

Chapter 3

<<•Christine's P.O.V•>>

Turns out I get to the school the same time as the buses, so I don't see the point in riding the bus. Mom's threat was empty.

The walk here was surprisingly what I expected. There was a beautiful garden when I walked past a one story home, and I pasted a park halfway. I barely remember the park. Rosetta... something- Park. It had giant oak trees decorating the land with trails curving around them and a playground in the middle. However, at then very edge of the park, sat the opening to a giant forest that stretched for miles. Sunlight glistened off of the plants that lived in there. I might take Adrian there and we could play hide-and-seek. Yeah. She would like that.

A loud ringing brought me back to the present. Then it became chaos. Everyone was scrambling to get into rooms. Students, teachers. It was a stampede.

Someone was shoved up against me, which sent me to the floor. I felt pain rush through my shoulder as I collided with the hard tiles. I gasp but do nothing else, I don't want to bring negative attention to me on the first day. I stand up and stay there, I don't know where I'm suppose to be and I'm confused as hell.

As the crowd begins to thin out I find myself one of the few people in the hallway, along with a few other late students. I sigh. Great, late on the first day. Way to make an impression. I glance down at my paper. It's only then that I start to worry.

My paper, it's gone. It was in my hand one minute and gone the next. I quickly begin searching where I am standing. Nothing but my shadow. I look around. Something white stands out from the space beneath the lockers, smudged with dirt and dust. I dive over to it.

I pull it out. There are already signs of wore on the page, footprints on one side that covered the entire page, dust that it swept up on it's journey, and the tear on the edges as different feet pull and tug on it. The thing is, it was brand new a few minutes ago. Ruined. Fantastic. I sigh and stare at the page in defeat.

"Lost shortie?" A shadow loomed over me with a sweet voice, like candy, attached to it. I look to the right. A girl with a dark brown braid is standing over me, hands on her hips and her smile warm and welcoming. And if must say, the outfit she wore made her look cute.

I stood up. She's taller than me by some inches, I go up to her chin. I readjusted the strap that held my book bag to my back. "I guess you can say that, everyone around here ignores you or either stomps on the most important thing that allows you to get around in this school." I huff.

The girl laughs, a flash of bright white teeth. "True, usually people just try to get to their class so the teachers don't call them out for being late." She says. She pops a finger up, like an exclamation. "My name's Rachel. Rachel Kerstone."

Kerstone? Weird name. Probably foreign. I smile back at her, "Chrissy Rivers." I introduce myself.

"Chrissy? An weird name." She echoed my thoughts. Huh, you think my name is weird?

"My real name's Christine, but I go by Chrissy. My younger sister liked it because it combined Christine and sissy." I explain. Rachel nods slowly.

"Now that's out of the way, you lost?" She goes back to the first question she asked me. She leans over my paper and examines my schedule before I could answer. Her face brightens, "Oh! We have first block together!" Her index finger lands on the first name, "Mrs. Cumberdale. I'll take you with me!" she gleams and walks gracefully down the hallway.

She's seems nice. I think as I run to catch up with her.

When we get to History 1 I can already hear that class was started, mostly from the teacher's yelling from the top of her lung like she just won the lottery. Rachel doesn't give me time to prepare myself before she busts in, "Hey y'all! We're here!" she calls.