Kidnapped

New Kid

Scarlett's POV

I walk upstairs in my new house. Jason picked it, so I didn't really have much say in it. Moving to a new country isn't exactly easy.

I go up to my room which is on the left and upon the door. I toss my bookbag on the bed beside me as I sit down, examining the room. It's an average room, tan walls, and a double sized bed in the middle of the far wall. There's a couple dressers, a closet, and a lamp on the end table by the bed. It's nice, I like it. He picked a good house, much better than the last one.

I head downstairs and into the kitchen where I find my brother, putting away a few groceries that we bought before coming here.

I help him out, putting some cereal in cabinet as he asks, "Hey, you know there's a school not far from here, if you wanted to attend."

He looks at me, awaiting an answer. I nod as I grab more stuff to stack away.

"Could be good for you. I can get a job." he adds as he looks at me.

I look at him before putting down the can of ravioli I have in my hand. I use sign language to tell him, -I'll check it out- before leaving the kitchen and go up to my room.

I haven't talked in a while. I pretty much never have. Some may say that's weird but, I don't really care. I'm used to it. I unpack a few things before grabbing my phone, a small notepad, a pen, and letting Jason know I'll be back later. He's right, maybe going to school will be a good thing.

I put my headphones in as I walk down the street, towards the school Jason mentioned. I walk in, and take my headphones out. I walk up to the front desk where there's a polite looking lady sitting there, typing on her computer. I get my notepad and pen out from my back pocket and write, -hi I'm here to register for School- and hold the note up so she can read it.

She looks at me with a confused expression but smiles anyway.

"Okay, can I get your name?" she asks kindly.

I write it down on the next piece of paper and hold it up. Going through the entire registration process like this. Its tedious and agrivating but it gets the job done. I soon head home with the remaining paperwork, and go to bed. I start school tomorrow, great...

I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock. Annoyed I press the snooze button and get up. I haven't woken up this early in a while, and I do not miss it. I quickly take a shower and put on some clothes.

I stare into the mirror after doing my hair. I look at my burnt face, then down at the mouth mask in my hands. It's a light pink, with a white grin on the front, and a zipper. I put it on and take one last look in the mirror before grabbing my bag and going downstairs to the kitchen. I grab my notepad, and pen, ripping out the pages I've written on already. I write Jason a note, telling him about me going to school. I make a lunch and put in a brown paper bag before stuffing it in my bookbag before I head out the door.

As I walk, I check my phone for the time, class starts in an hour. Should be plenty of time. I put my headphones in and look at the ground as I walk. It's not long before I arrive with 10 minutes to spare.

I take out my schedule and head to first block. I enter the classroom taking my headphones out and glance at everyone before looking at the teacher, who announces me as the new girl, before giving me a seat at the back of the class.

I ignore the teacher and doodle some in one of my notebooks. It's my first day, so I don't really think anyone will care, if I pay attention or not. I scan the classroom and look at the kids, silently judging them based on their looks. Even though it kinda sounds mean, it's fun to put labels on them. Nerd, cheerleader, cheerleader, jock... I stop on one and tilt me head to the side. He looks like a jock but he's talking to everyone. The nerds, the losers, and the cheerleaders. He has on a friendly smile, and blonde hair with dark brown-black sides and back that's kinda shaven. He looks at me for a second before back to his group of friends. I shrug and get back to my drawings. It seems like forever until lunch, but it finally came. I grab my bookbag and head to the cafeteria, sitting at a small table by myself. It's quiet, and comfortable. While eating I notice a bunch of other students staring at me, before looking away. I roll my eyes and continue my lunch. I really hope it's not gonna be like this for the rest of the year.

Someone walks up to me with a plaster smile. Definitely popular bitch. I meet a lot of those.

"So," she starts off, "Why do wear that mask? Is it to hide that ugly ass face of yours?"

I only nod in response, not interested in the current conversation. I knew someone was gonna ask sooner or later. I'm just surprised by her insult, usually they just give small hints of an insult. Bravo, bitch, bravo.

School pretty much goes like that for the rest of the day. A couple people try talking to me, but mostly out of curiosity. There wasn't anything friendly or generous about any of them. They just wanted to either spread rumors, or find out if some were true. I hate school...

When school ends, I walk home, listening to music in my headphones. It always calms me down after a rough day.

When I get home, I put my bag down on the couch and head to the kitchen. I open the fridge and grab a soda. I unzip my mouth mask and take a drink. I zip it back up before grabbing my bag, and going upstairs to my room. I didn't get any homework today, but a few teachers gave me some review packets to catch up on what their learning about so far.

I decide to get one out, and start reading it. I figured it would be nice not to fail. Not that it matters much anyway, but still.

When Jason gets home he goes up to my room and knocks on the door before walking in. I look up at him and he gives me a smile.

"So," he asks as he walks up to me and sits on my bed, "How was school?"

I wave my hand in a gesture that sorta says it was okay but not great.

He nods and says, "Well, I got a job at a local convenient store. I start tomorrow."

I give him an enthusiastic thumbs up as if to congratulate him. He understands this and smiles proudly. We hang out for a bit before going to bed. It was a nice end, of a not so great day.