Pov Heather:
I'm not gonna lie, moving into another school can be pretty nauseating for some people, but for me... well, i'm kinda used to it by now. You get those people who freak out over the smallest things like gow popular you are, what you wear and how people see you in general.
But me...ehhhh....i just really dont care anymore, and that doesnt necessarily mean that im donr with school, it just means i dont give a f*ck about the unnecessary high school sh*t.
Why? Because i mived from school to school, like 6 bloody times, and now this is probably my 7th time moving, and honestly, i'm suprisingly still not complaining.
New friends, new school, new start, new..... ....you know what, im freaking tired of this already, im done repeating the same damn thing everytime i transfer to another school. I don't even have friends anway, i didnt see the point of having friends if i was gonna move every damn year.
So anyway....(Sigh)..... a new school, yipee..
I stand infront of the new school and sigh, 'yay, another school year'. Shuffling my feet, i make torwards the doors of yet another hell.
And its the same thing i saw in my previous school when i walked through the doors. Jocks standing in the corner saying stupid pick up lines, girls painting their faces with they're make up near the lockers, nerds talking about star wars and wearing fandom t-shirts.-
" May the forth be with you my fellow friend"
"Dude its may the force be with you..."
"Its forth!"
"Force....its not even the 4th of May"
" its still forth!"
"Idiots", i mumble and turn another rowdy corner filled with more sweary jovks and cheerleaders, each giving me strange and dirty looks. Ignoring their snickering I spot a brown door with gold letters 'Principal' across it. Biting my lip, i knock 3 times, waiting for an awnser.
"Come in", a kind groggy voice called, and i cursed irritably under my breath.
Damn, for one sweet moment i actually thought i actually thought he wasnt here. Sighing, i walk inside the small office, immediately smelling burny cigars. I scrunch up my face in disgust but quickly replace it with a small smile when the grey eyes of the old guy found my green ones.
"Ah, miss Matthews, how lovely it is to see you, please, take a seat"
He said, beaming.
"Hi", I say quietly and sit on the red chair infront of his desk. The old man sitting in front of me smiles enthusiastically showing his yellow teeth. He's wearing a red tur along with a white shirt that has a coffe stain on the hem, His black blazer sits on his chair and his glasses in front of him.
'So, miss Matthews, i see this is your 7th time transferring to another school, you must be a very well known girl then" he says lazily. "Yeah, I'm very popular here in New york" i reply sarcastically.
He chuckles, shuffling the documents in his hands. He speaks without looking at me,"so tell me something about yourself Heather, i've been told about your transfer from school to school but i haven't got reasons for it, are you one of those troublemakers? "
Troublmaker? Pffttt....well thats certainly one way to describe a girl like me.
I raise an eyebrow, amused, "sir, troublemaker is the absolute last thing i am, i'm more of....well I can't really find the word.... a freak?"
