Unexpected

chapter 10

Chapter 10

Six days after moving to New York and I can say that I am already quite settled in.

I'm pretty proud of my decorating skills when it comes to my new room. The room's four walls are Lavender; the queen bed is light purple, white desk, white night stand, and a chandelier with see-through light purple and pink circles hanging from it.

"Tara, hurry up!" My brother yells as he knocks loudly on my door.

"I'm coming." Looking at my reflection in the mirror I let out a loud sigh.

I'm not ready to go to school, yet I have to. I am not ready to be the new girl once again.

I haven't talked to Alex since the day I met Harry. Guess I really made her mad this time. I miss her though; this is the longest I've gone without talking to her and its starting to worry me.

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"Here's your schedule sweetie," she says, handing me the paper.

Once she gives me the sheet, I nod and walk out the office.

Finding my way to class was difficult; the building is huge. I'm probably running 15 minutes late for class when I finally spot it.

Walking in, everyone's eyes turn on me.

Great... Note the sarcasm.

"Are you lost sweetie?" A sweet looking lady asks.

"Um...is this French class Mrs. Peters?" I ask shyly looking at my schedule

"You must be Tara Anderson!" She sings walking over and takes my wrist as she practically drags me across the room.
"Everyone say 'Hi' to Tara," she says excitedly and a chorus of bored students' 'Hi' follows.

"Do you speak French darling?" She asks.

She doesn't look like francaise, and she doesn't have a French accent perhaps a British accent.

"Couramment." I say, meaning fluently.

"Fantastique! Grab a seat next to Kevin." She says pointing to the goth in the third row.

I'm not being rude, he's really a goth. He has eyeliner and white powder on his face; he wears a black T-shirt, black skinny jeans, and black leather boots. Tattoos covered his forearms, he has a lip piercing, eyebrow piercings and nails are painted black. If this guy isn't a goth, then I'm not a girl.

"Yeah, the Dracula one." She says looking at her paper. I chuckle, if only she knew.

I take the seat next to Mr goth and grab my book and notebook as the Lesson starts.

"Donc Tara d'où venez void ?" She asks, still writing on the blackboard.

"Australie," I reply.

"Awesome," she says disposing of the chalk.

"Okay class, turn to page 236 toute de suite." She claps her hands and the lesson continues...

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Soon I find myself at lunch sitting on an empty table, while everyone stares at me rather oddly. They seem to be staring at me like I'm not allowed to sit on this table. Maybe I'm not, we'll have to change that then.

I haven't see Mick all day guess he's-

"Clear off, you're on my table." A boy orders as he sits on the table.