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"Okay" my dad sighed. We sat in the school parking lot of my new school
'Lake Moore Secondary school.' The colour scheme was truly terrible, Forest green and dark navy blue. The school was pretty big for a small town; Two floors, an elevator. A total of 1,096 student go here.
My anxiety was through the roof. I gulp, and turn back to my dad. "You'll be okay" he says giving me an awkward smile. He just wants me to get out of the car. I look at the mirror one more time. My medium brown curls rest on my shoulders. My lips are glossed with sweet baby pink, and my light Smokey eyes make my hazel eyes pop.
I look perfect.
"I'll get a taxi to come pick you up after school" my dad tells me as if close the mirror and get out of the car. I catch a glimpse at the time. It's 10:14. I'm already to hours late. I hold down my nervousness. "No, it's okay, I'll walk, if need to learn my way around town anyways" I stand, picking up my black and white black pack. My dad gives a slight worried look. Than he nods "yeah that's okay. I gave you a list of some emergency numbers in your bag. " I smile pulling up my jeans. He always did that sort of stuff. "Thanks dad" I say remembering how he use to do that same thing when I was young
He always did little silly stuff like this. He's always been about ensuring safety. "Safety always comes first" he always says. That's all he cares about safety The total opposite of my mom.
My dad's never really been the 'touchy feely' type. He never really carried about how I felt. Same way as how I didn't care about how he felt. The last few years we've just kept to ourselves. 'Don't ask, don't tell' is the kind of family, my dad and I were.
I close the car door. I start towards my new school. "And Corrie" my dad shouts. I turn to see him rolling down the passenger window. "Yeah?" I yell. "Try to make a friend, will ya?" I frown momentarily. "Sure thing dad" I yell
Waving at him. He drives off.
I walk to the door. God I hated making friends. I was never good at it. I always managed to say the wrong things at the wrong time. When my last friend, Katie Morgans, got a hair cut. I some how made 'your hairs cool' turn into 'I think she could have done better.' And then after that she ordered me not to speak to her. It's understandable.
My mom use told me it's just the way I word things. But I don't know.
I make my way to to the front door.
Waiting.
My anxiety is killing me.
The cold November air dances around me. I check my outfit once more. Grey cardigan and scarf, black shirt, blue jeans and black combat boots. Okay I think I'm ready.
Then finally I take a deep breath and open the door. The Smell of cologne, sweat and minty gum all hit me at once. It was almost to over whelming. I sneak a look in the hallways. No ones there.
Thank god! I tighten my hands around my back pack straps. I look down and take notice to show lace is untied. I bend down and tie it up. I finish and admire my work. Now ...
Now I'm just stalling. I started to stand, then bumped from behind. I almost fell right on my face. Anger went straight to my head. "What the fuck?" I yell rolling onto my butt. I look to see a boy. A blonde kid, with his hair slicked back. He immediately reminds me of that evil blonde guy of harry potter. He wears a white shirt, with a navy blue cardigan. He wears grey formal pants, and shiny black shoes. Rich kid.
"Oh, I'm sorry" he says with a big charming smile. He holds his hand out to help me up. My anger melts away. "Oh, thanks" I say as I stand up. He's a gentleman.
I'm sorry" I mumble dusting myself off. "It's alright, but why are you sorry?" he asks me I look at him and see his big blue innocent eyes. "Oh" I say taken back a little. He's attractive. "I - uh" I pause trying to think for words. "I yelled at you and it was uncalled for so... Sorry" I say
He laughs in response. My eyebrows furrowed with confusion. " You're not from around here are you?" he asks. I laugh awkwardly, "no, I just moved here last week" I say. He smiles. "I can tell"
" My name is Clit"
he says holding out his hand to shake. "What?" I yell. Did he say Clit? He's taken back. "My name...?" he says. "It's Clint" "Oh" I say feeling embarrassed. "I'm Corrie" I say shaking his hand
"That's a pretty name" he smiles. I feel my cheeks get hot. "Thanks" I mumble. Clint looks at his watch. "Oh shit" he says. I look up at him like he grew a third eye. Did he just swear? A rich kid swear? Since when do Rich kids swear?
He starts walking. "Were going to be late" he says "were already late" I say. "It probably almost 10:30 by now, I would get your watch fixed" I say trying to make a The corner of his mouth twitches. I guess it wasn't funny.
He walks straight with me beside him. We finally make it to the office. Clint fills out a late slip and leaves.
The secretary hands me my schedule and give my locker number. "The next class will be ending in 45 minutes. You can go tour the school of you like" she tells me. I smile "sorry but I would prefer to do that at lunch or something"
She smiles "that's fine, the class you have now is" she checks her computer quickly. "Foods 11, in room 64" I nod "thank you" "would you like me to show you were it is?" She ask starting to stand up. I shake my head "no, that's fine" "okay, you just go past the cafeteria, then left and head straight. You should see it" she smiles "okay thank you"
I follow her instructions. I wonder down a hallway, peering into different classrooms. Until I found my class. Room 64.
The door is already open, and music is playing. Iggy Azalea's Fancy was on. I slide into the room. I look around to see a whole bunch of kids, singing, and cooking. "I'm so fancy! You already know!" They all yell together. I smile this looks awesome.
I look at my schedule. "Mr.Peters" I whisper. I find the teacher in the corner talking to a group of kids. I walk up to the teacher. "Mr. Peters?"
He had honey blonde hair, and green eyes.
"Yes, hi" he says smiling
I smile "hi, I'm Corrie, and I'm new"
"Okay, can I see your timetable for a second?" He asks
I nod and hand it over.
He looks over it.
I look around the classroom. Most, if not all eyes were on me. A hint of anxiety tries to resurface. I push it down.
"Okay" says Mr. Peters. I turn to face him. He smiles. "Welcome to foods 11, today we are making crêpes" "cool" I smile. "Okay, You'll be in" he pauses looking around the room. "The pink group" he says pointing to across the room. I thank him and walk over
I walk over to the table. "Hi" I say trying to be as friendly. "Hi" yells a platinum blond "I'm Courtney" she says in a high pitch squeaky squeal. I try hard not roll my eyes. Air head. One of her enlarged breasts was hanging out of her shirt. Wanna- be whore? Or just a whore? I smile, "I'm Corrie" I said matching her tone and personality.
She smiles " I'll introduce you to everyone " she walks me over to a girl with bright pink hair. "This is Ramona" Courtney tells me, as Ramona glares at her. "But she prefers 'Rae" Courtney laughs
. " and over here we have Kelly" She points to a girl with way to much make up on.
"And Linda" she point to a girl with very tanned skin and a sun burn on her nose. "And Megan" she points to a girl with extremely long nails. I couldn't
Figure out if they were fake of not.
"And finally Gray!" Courtney sings
I come face to face with a beautiful girl. She had nice sun kisses skin , grey blue eyes, and golden blonde hair.
YOU ARE READING
My admire's dark secret
Romance16 year old Corrie Lawson has to move to a small town called Point Lake Moore, when her father has to move for work. Her first day is terrible until she meets the town’s bad boy, 17 year old Tristan Foster. She becomes intrigued with the boy. She m...
