Life As We Know It

Chapter 1-Harper

Harper's POV

Okay Harper,

It's your first day of high school, even though it's your senior year.

You can do this.

You can do this!

"Harper! Are you ready?" Mom calls out.

"Almost!"

I finish by putting on a bright pink lipstick. So maybe I won't look so pale.

My braided my long and straight black in a french braid.

I decided to wear jeans, a v-neck black shirt, and sandals.

"You look great! You can do this!" I say to myself one last time before I grab my backpack.

"You look great honey!" Mom smiles at me as she kisses me goodbye.

"You are going to do great!" Dad smiles back at me.
I love my parents even though they are my adopted parents. I don't know my biological parents or anything about them. I haven't asked Mom or Dad about them. Not ready to know the truth, I guess.

"Remember, you have support group after school." Mom reminds me.

Right, my lame ass support group my therapist and parents are making me go to.

Oh joy.

"You are going to do great Harp!" My twelve year old sister, Sadie encourages me as I walk out the door.

"Bye guys! Wish me luck!"

With that, I start my adventure.

***

I walk into the school's front office.

"Hi! You must be Harper." Smiles one of the office ladies.

"Yes, I am Harper Flynn." I try to smile back.

But honestly, I am so nervous and shaky it's hard to even stand.

"Well I am Mrs. Doe at the front office. You can always call me if you need anything. Here is your schedule and a map of the school. I hope you enjoy your first day at Ridgewood High."

"Thank you." I smile back at her. I really smile this time.

I look down at my schedule and see my first class is English with Mrs. Lindsey.

Okay Harper, you can do this.

As I am calming myself down, I walk into someone.

"Oh my goodness! I am so sorry!"

"It's fine!"

I look up and see a tall and handsome boy. He is shinny, tall, has brown curly hair, and blue eyes.

"Hi, you must be new. I am Peter." He smiles back at me.

"Hi, I am Harper. Harper Flynn."

"Nice to meet you, Harper Flynn. Since you ran into me, would you like to sign up for our school's play? We are doing Mousetrap." He smiles at me. He really doesn't stop smiling.

"I don't act. But I can help with costumes, makeup, or backstage!" I offer.

Mom would be so excited if I signed up to help with this play.

"That would be great! Here let me call on our backstage girl. Marie!" Peter calls out and a beautiful shiny blonde with blue eyes comes over.

"Yeah?" She asks.