Second Chance (#1 Chance series)

Chapter 4

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I can do this. I can do this. I can this. I chant as I pull in to the school parking lot. The sun is shining so bright, I feel a sheen of sweat drip down my forehead.

Wonderful, I'm sweating.

Just fucking great. Quickly reaching back into my glove compartment, I pull out a handy spray of deodorant, I mindlessly threw in there yesterday.

Spritzing myself before dropping it in my bag pack. Sighing, I shrug off the cardigan I stupidly decided to wear this morning, I needed to get used to the blistering heat of Santa Monica. Sometimes I still dressed like I was in Seattle.

I'm idly leaning against my car door, realizing I'm stalling, I sluggishly grab my bag I swing itover my shoulder.

I scan my outfit one more time, groaning uncertainly.

I simply settled on a pair of skinny jeans floral off shoulder top and ballet flats.

I hoped I wasn't under dressed cause god knew they probably all dressed to the tens in this school.

As I walk by I notice there are still many people loitering in the parking lot by their flashy cars, their chatter loud and boisterous, despite the fact the bell rang ten minutes ago, but I keep my head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone.

Willing one feet in front of the other I reach the entrance to 'Melrose High'.

Upon entering I'm immediately glad to see a familiar face.

Mrs. Cleo looks up at me and her kind face morphs into a delighted expression.

"Morning hon. Are you excited for your first day?"

"Um, no not really actually," I answer smiling nervously.

She walks around her desks towards the cabinets across the room, rifling through some files,before looking back up at me again.

"Ah, first day jitters, we all get them. Trust me when I say they'll disappear faster than they appeared."

Her words are filled withease and reassurance.

"Thank you," I say gratefully.

"This morning you're in Mr. Phillips American history class in room 8, I'll walk you, It's quite a large school and we don't want you losing your way." she smooths her Grey skirt and buttons her blue cardigan, before turning on her heels and leading me to my first class.

The floors are marble, the halls immaculate wide and intimidating. The lockers are each massive, spaced far between each other with intricate gold MH letters carved on them. The glass walls revealing the stunning smaller buildings, lunch areas and greenery surrounding the school.

Everything is just so pristine and luxurious.

I badly want to sprint back out to my car and high tail it home, I never did well in these situations. Being in a hospitable bed for the most part of your life didn't exactly afford me the opportunity to be sociable.

Mrs. Cleo stops in front of room 8 and holds the door open to let me in first, as I walk in a sea of heads turn to face the door and my nerves instantly shoot up.

I inconspicuously rub clammy hands against my light wash jeans, avoiding eye contact with anyone.

"Sorry to interrupt your class Mr. Phillips, but this is Olivia Price she'll be joining your history class every morning this semester," she says to the balding middle aged man, standing at the head of the classroom.