Second Chance (#1 Chance series)

Chapter 2

To say I was nervous right now would be an understatement.

So I was going to adopt a very common term; I was absolutely shitting myself.

It was now Wednesday night and I was lying on the couch, stuffing my face with delicious junk, which I definitely should not have been, while binge watching a new addictive drama,I'd discovered recently.

It was one of my most favourite pastimes.

Momhad left earlier in the evening to go and have dinner with an oldfriend and Gran and the girls had turned in early due to our veryexhausting shopping trip today.

Earlier in the afternoon we had all been out and about visiting almost every single store in Santa Monica, shopping for the girls school stuff and for my senior year at Melrose academy.

One of the most prestigious private schools in California.

Only attended by the children of the elite and the rich.

Everything I knew of high schools, I'd learned from hospital television.

And from what I've learned and watched it sure as hell warranted my apprehensiveness, therefore there were so many thoughts and worries running rampant in my mind.

What if they hated me?

Or I just didn't fit in?

Or what if I was a freak?

As soon as it became clear that I was not going to be able to attend school from a very young age, my father hired the best tutors in the world, so I really wasn't worried about the academic aspects of it,in fact if I was putting it frankly I was exceptionally smart for a girl who suffered from a chronic illness most of her life.

Therefore It was more the social aspect of high school that terrified me.

The urge to hear my fathers smooth, powerful and reassuring voice was strong, so I grab my phone without a second thought and dial his number.

My mind wandering, while I wait for him to pick up.

Mom and Dad had met in Harvard and instantly fell in love, what ensued was a whirlwind romance, resulting in my production, or at least I was told.

Dad had taken over his fathers very small business at the time, became CEO and turned it into one of the worlds largest provider of all products and services relating to the military, oil and gas industries.

Almost everyone recognized the Price family name.

To say I was born with a silver spoon would've been an understatement.

Even being born with a congenital heart condition, I still lived a privileged life. Best treatments and doctors, even the best hospital rooms with everything at my beck and call.

When my call goes to voice mail, I sigh in dismay, he was probably busy and would return my call as soon as he could.

I wring my hands in worry, dad had been drowning himself in work ever since mom filed a divorce a few weeks before we moved here, I just hoped he wasn't overly straining himself.

Sighing,I rise from the couch, switching off the humongous flat screen that takes up an entire wall and trudge to my bedroom.

I had to pick out an outfit for tomorrow's brunch with mom's entire side of the family, it was a sort of welcome back of sorts to us.

Mom's sisters and cousins, Aunt Alice, Aunt Jules, Lydia and Tom would all be there with their children and spouses as well as a few family friends too.