My Favourite Mistake

Chapter 2

LEYNA'S POV 

 'But Mom! It's actually not fair!' I whined in front of my mom causing me to groan in frustration.

'Leyna, you're moving to Huntington College and baby I'm sorry its final.' She confirmed one last time, shivering to the facts that I was going to be a new girl, in the middle of term in a new school.

'Now dinner will be ready in five.' My mom remained leaning on the door frame of my room, as she watch me bury my face in my new bedcovers.

She left my sight, slamming the door angrily closed. Walking back and forth in my room, feeling the carpet brushing the sole's of my feet upset and not pleased about this. Well one good thing about this, is actually finding friends, that are true to me... I hope.

I stopped to see the sight of my reflection, that was being shown in my full body mirror. Reflecting my dark, blonde hair, my slim eyebrows complimenting my hazel eyes. Plum lips that was sightly cracking because of the windy weather here in Britain. My pale skin, making my coloured cheek bones, stand out. Proud to be half American, half British. Since I've only been leaving here in Britain for two years, the rest of the percentage in my life living in America, my accent was a bit wild. People find me amusing, the way they mock and echo my exact accent but make it stereotypically high-pitched, which kind of bugged me..

** 2 Days After **

Informing me that it was my first day in Huntington College, made me extra nervous, having those evil butterflies fly through your stomach, digestive system. My mom stopped by the pavement, showing the school, that was tall and brick. Looking all formal, and official from my previous school. I gulped feeling all anxious, to what this school brings. Before removing the buckle in my seatbelt, my mom restraining from getting off the car.

'Now Leyna, take notes. GCSE first before actual distractions.'  Still remembering what GCSEs meant here in England. Widening her eyes at me, warning me by what she meant on 'distractions.'

'Yes mom, no boys for me.' I rephrased her words, as she grinned at me, proud that I knew. She gave me a motherly hug, before continuing hopping off the car.

The pavement leading to the main doors of school, frightened me. I already felt a few stares attracted towards me. Thank God the reception was just in sight. Seeing an average 30 year old, behind the counter, flashing the most perfect smile in the world.

'Hi..' I barely spoke, as my nerves were kicking in. She gave me her attention, flashing a look. 'I'm Le-Leyna Hills.' I stuttered.

'Oh yes. You're mum, told me you were coming today.' She continued. She placed two sheets of paper on the table, showing a printed timetable and a map around school.

'Just follow your timetable. And if you ever get troubles finding your way around, look in the map.' She eagerly instructed me. Great, first instruction getting in this school. I was starting to dread it. Returning the smile that she kept on flasing at me as I walked through. Well that was pointless. No direction tips, one-way walking systems, lunch cafetiria menus. Nothing. Going through sets and sets of hard doors, seeing people move in different directions. I was used to this kind of atmosphere really, nothing really was new to me. White corridors, average sized lockers, hard shoulder bashes from people in the crowd. Yep. I'm used to that. The bell rang, having a different sort of tone, from my bell in America. Seeing people's pace getting quicker, and the halls getting more crowded. I tried to find my way to my registering class. Shit, cursing myself as I strugled to find it.

Faith, being nice to me. Having a quick look in my timetable that it was in J24. Spotting a sign, pointing to some set of stairs, that stated 'Upper J Classrooms' following my instincts orders, running to the stairs. Climbing the set of stairs that seemed to be forever, and never ending. All of a sudden, no student, teacher, human in sight. Am I late? Or did I walk in the wrong place? What the fuck? Cursing myself again. Seeing a row of mirrored doors, all practically the same, green doors, with a square window to look through. The only difference between each door, are their door numbers. Seeing the one to my right was just 'J1.' And across it was just 'J2' meaning my clasroom is at the end. Oh just perfect.