Rooftops

Chapter 3

Chloe Smith's P.O.V

Breathe in breathe out, I say to myself. Starting at a new school, isn't that bad right? I mean you already have friends here. All you need to worry about are your grades and nothing else. Now that I think about it, you don't even have to worry about your grades, you're doing great. Good job Chloe Smith. Why am I talking to myself again?

I shake my head and look at the awfully painted doors where the wood is starting to crack. Who paint doors yellow? What kind of school is this? Oh right, a really expensive school that my parents worked hard for me to attend. Oh and apparently the biggest school in this area, with 1500 teenagers. I hope none of them remembers me from yesterday. Why did I ever think getting drunk at a party with my new school would be a great idea? I shake off all my thoughts, and clear my head.

I guess I should introduce myself. Hi I'm Chloe Smith, 17 years old with long dirty blonde hair and incredibly boring blue eyes. I weigh about 150 pounds (about 68 kilograms) so I'm not the most skinniest girl out there but I won't say I'm extremely fat either, just right in between. 5'5 tall I think, I can't quite remember... I used to wear glasses, no makeup and my hair pulled back in a ponytail everyday. I have never really been a fan of too much attention. Whenever I actually ended up in a situation where I have to speak to more than 3 people at a time, my hands start to sweat and I will most defiantly fall over my own words, and it is really not cool. 

All of this has to change. I got contacts now, which is way better for me, especially when I play sports. I left my hair loose today and with all the fizziness I posses, it looks like I just woke up. I'm still working on that make-up thing, but I'm defiantly getting there quicker than I thought.

That brings me onto my friends. My best friend is called Samantha, Samantha Brown but I just call her Sam. She is really skinny. People often mistake her for being anorexic but she can eat two Ben and Jerry's in a row without throwing up. I call that impressive. She moved here three years ago and since our parents are really close too, we decided to move here as well.

Now I'm just wondering whether that was a good or a bad idea. I sigh, and before I make the wrong choice, I step through the really weird yellow doors; heading towards what I think is the headmaster's office. 

​"I'm happy to see you, Chloe Smith." The 'oh so almighty' headmaster says, looking over her thin glasses. I wonder how old she is, probably between 45 and 55 because her hair is staring to get grey. I smile at her. "Now this is your class schedule for today and next week, but I'm sure you already got that."

"I got it right here Mrs Johnson." I assure her waving my paper back and forth for her to notice.

"I will be following you to your first class. Thereafter you will be needing to ask students for guidance to the other rooms." She states completely deaf to my words. She stands up from her chair and walks out of the glass room. "Follow me."

​The first class wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. People here are really nice. I'm also glad that Sam had Math with me, that way I didn't feel completely lonely. Sam wasn't with me yesterday at the party, but I got to hang out with a couple of her friends there. I am not really friends with them or anything, but she kind of forced them to take me since I was so nervous about today. She thought it would be a great idea to get me affected by alcohol and then throws me into a party full of the people I'm supposed to be socializing with. Parties are not really my cup of tea, but Sam loves it.
I usually don't drink at all at parties; sure I've tried the taste of alcohol a couple of times but nothing really crazy. Yesterday was an exception though resulting in me getting five different guys numbers. I have been dealing with small anxiety problems for the past couple of years since Sam left, mostly because I didn't feel like the rest of my friends liked me as much as Sam did. That's why it was a big deal to me that Sam's new friends thought I was somewhat "cool". Hence me consuming a lot of alcohol last night. I wouldn't say that I was completely wasted, but since it was my first time drinking, the affect of the alcohol apparently hit me hard. But tipsy-Chloe apparently had a lot of confidence, which I can't quite work out whether it's a bad or a good thing.