Chapter Six: No Really, I Have Absolutely No Idea What You're Talking About
"You need a car," Dad announced at dinner. After about five minutes of choking on my potatoes, I finally spluttered,
"W-what? Are you sure? I mean that's a lot of money and I'll be going to college next year-"
"All the more reason that you should have one. I also have seventeen years worth of birthdays to make up," Dad smoothly interrupted my spastic talking.
"Is that what you want?" I asked him squeezing my eyes closed. "If I agree to this, then you'll be happy and won't get me anything else frivolous?"
"Yes," he nodded. Rachel winked at me and whispered,
"He says that now..."
"Rachel!"
"Chris." He glared a bit and then sighed,
"I promise!"
"Then I guess you can get me a car..." I accepted dubiously, I didn't NEED one after all.
"Great! We'll look tonight and go get it on Saturday!" Dad looked so happy and I knew that I'd have to get one.
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Rose drove me to school again, except for this time we had about a minute to get to class. I burst into my history room right as the bell rang.
"I'm so sorry I'm late Mr. Reyes!" I cried.
"Just make sure it doesn't happen again," he said in a monotonic, typical history lecture voice. Ugh, that probably meant we were going to have a lecture today (AGAIN!) As I predicted, he turned on the projector and doused the lights. "In 1674 the...." Blah, blah, blah. Why on earth was I worried about being late? Sigh. I began to daydream about dancing, envisioning the next routine I would do, and which song I would use.
"Piper! Wake up!" someone hissed beside me.
"Ugh..." I groaned quietly and picked up my head. The lights were back on and everyone was just chatting. "Thanks for waking me up, Rose." I put away all of my notes into my folder and shoved it into my bag. A thought struck me, where was I going to dance? I hadn't really thought of that when I moved here. Crap. Well, St. Andrews was a private school so maybe, just maybe, they offered classes here. 'Don't get your hopes up, Piper Rose Mason," I warned myself. But, I already knew that wouldn't do any good. Hope had blossomed in my chest at the thought of being able to dance again. There was a crowd of people standing around a locker near mine asking amongst themselves,
"Who's locker is this?"
"What did they do to Isobelle?"
"I bet it's the new girl's..." Mine? I pushed through the crowd to find out it was, in fact, mine. On the door of my white locker was written BITCH in red lipstick. Underneath that it read, STAY AWAY FROM MY BOYFRIEND! And this ladies and gents is the not so impressive work of Isobelle. I snorted,
"Is this the best she's got?" and walked away. Not even five steps from my locker Isobelle pushed herself off of a locker and blocked my way. "Excuse me Isobelle, but I need to get to French class."
"Not so fast. What have you done that I told you not to do?" Isobelle sneered unattractively.
"I have no idea, Isobelle, now can I get by?" I asked politely. Again.
"Uh, no. And you definitely know what you've done wrong," she childishly stamped her foot.
"Did you just stamp your foot?" I stared at her incredulously. She scowled,
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