A few days later
StephanieI entered the school, I stepped on the grey marble and started to walk. I could see students staring at me like I have murdered someone.
Now you all must be thinking, why they are looking at me as if I was an alien when they should be knowing I was a new student. The scene I see in every new school, especially the first day.
Well, let me tell you something.
No, my record is clean. I get good grades blah blah blah but turns out I have a record in shifting from one place to another. This month as soon as I turned 14, my parents and I had to leave England and settle here in Southdale as like- Yay! You are 14! Now get out of this town. When I shifted here already two months of the academic year had passed hence the admissions were almost closed.
Keyword: almost.
Therefore the students here did not expect a new girl after two months. But don't worry I'll manage the portion I had missed.
My parents told me that the principal room was on the first floor near staircase no.1. Soon I found the staircase and then after climbing the stairs I found the Principal room, the door was open so I peeped into the room and spotted the principal doing some paperwork. I pushed the door slightly as I asked-
"Ma'am, may I come in ?"
"Come in " She answeredI entered the room as she said- "Have a seat". I seated myself in a chair.
"You are a new student, I suppose, wait for a second your name is-" she began to think, I wanted to complete her sentence but then she continued-" Stephanie Chase, right ?"
" Yes ma'am " I answered and continued-" I cannot believe that out of so many students in the school, you know my name," I said trying not to flatter her." Hmm... my name is Emma Shield. Let me give you your schedule." She said as she started to type something on the computer. Maybe she was finding my choice of the main subject- Science. At last, she pressed the Enter button and then instructed me about my schedule as I received an e-mail on my phone. She told me that the Email was sent to me to know which class I had to attend every day. I also got my locker no.- c-2056 and group number-3 for my gym/PE/anything related to sports class. She also told me my PC number was 11.
Then I stood up and thanked her. I exited the room and took out my iPhone from my pocket to check my next class- Advanced Mathematics. I facepalmed as I realized that I had forgotten to ask her the way to the class and did not want to ask her again. I started to walk trying to make out which class it was. I had only 10 minutes, I had to hurry. I was holding my maths book and lecture book against my chest and started to run out of desperation. Just then, I bumped into someone and both of us fell down.
My life in one sentence.
"Great! I had to fall at this moment " I thought with my hand on my forehead. I had already injured my left arm as I had fallen from my cycle and now it had turned worse. I began to pick up one of my books and then I touched someone's hand. The one whose hand I touched was none other than the one I had bumped into.
He is a boy. He is fair skinned and has light brown coloured eyes or hazel eyes and auburn brown coloured hair that reaches his shoulders; his bangs parted and styled so that most of it is swept to the right side of his face while some of it frames his face on the left side. He is wearing a fitted white long-sleeve shirt underneath a two-toned short-sleeve, pullover hoodie, with the sleeves and hood being a dark blue and the rest of it a light blue. He was also wearing dark green cargo pants that fall over his light blue and white sneakers.
Suddenly a feeling struck me. I did not know what happened to me... but I started to develop an unconditional feeling for him. A problem every individual has to face in his/her lifetime. Adrenaline rushing through my veins. He smiled and I blushed a bit. " here let me help you " He said as he started to pick my book and I helped him. Then we stood up and I held my elbow as it still hurt a bit.
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The Good Boy's Bad Side (The Double Life: The Secret Of The Clarks) Book 1
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