Chapter eight

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- Melissa P.O.V-

"Wake up Mel, you don't want to be late for the first day of school" My dad bang on my door for me to wake up. Since my dad took away my phone cause of the program, I have him as my alarm.

I struggle for a minute to get my body up from my comfy bed and up to the bathroom. I strip out from my PJ and turn on the shower. I wash my hair and my body with soap, then jump out and wrap myself with a towel. I look at myself in the mirror and saw a whole complete different person. I change my black long hair to a shoulder length red hair. Then I had to use brown eye contact to prevent my green eye to show. Then I put a lip piercing to make myself look more tougher. This is a whole new person I am looking at. Not the old Melissa Gordon that I was before, now I'm Gwen Price.

"Let go Mel! Time to go!" my dad interrupted my though. I shook my head and walk out to my room. I out on my garment, then open the closet and pick out a black V-neck, dark blue jean that was ripe from the knees, and black converse shoes. I look at myself in the wall mirror that was in my closet, I look so bad ass right now. I grab my binder that was on my night stand and walk out my room. I walk into the kitchen and see my dad cooking up some eggs and pancakes. It smelled super good and look tasty.

"Thanks dad" he drop a plate of food in front of me.

"Your welcome Mel" he gave a smile and went back to cooking.

My dad been super chill about this whole moving and whole new life thing. My dad is a pretty cool guy. He around his mid 40 and show no grey hairs. He dress like any normal dad, just a white or black shirt and pants. He just like every normal guy. And have the sweetest heart, that why my mom love my dad. And yet, I feel like cause of me, my dad have to change jobs and start another life. He doesn't have to change his look or anything like me but he had to quit his other job and get a new one. Poor dad, but he doing this all cause he love me.

"Hurry up Mel honey, your school start at 8 and it 7:30" yesterday, me and my dad went to the school near by here, Redwood high school, and to sign me in their school. It like a 10 minute drive from here to there but I have to get there early to get my schedule and the map to the school.

"Bye dad" I quickly kiss his cheek, grab the keys to my grandpa's Ferrari, then ran out the door with my binder with my hand. I jump in the Ferrari then zoom out to school. I hope I don't stand out much with this car. High school in California, I heard in TV, are full of bright and rich teenager.

I drove in silence, enjoying the air in my hair and the sound of other cars around me. Compare to the other car, I had the most expensive one. Finally, I made it threw the parking lot of the school and like always, I look carefully to where I should park. I saw jocks hanging around the skater people then the slutty looking girl were talking with nerds. What is going on here? It look nothing like the movies or TV shows. The pretty rich girls hang around their band new car with the cute boys around them then the Nerds in the library, study for their classes. And the wall flower people and goth hanging near the entrance of the school, waiting till school start.

This school is completely different. Nothing like my old school, I just park in front of the school entrance and look around my surrounding. I saw the cool, good looking guys around their car while there were girl flirty and trying to get their attention. Typical thing. I look at the guys and check them out. There was four guys, two with blond shaggy hair and blue eyes, maybe they were twins just like Miley and Lilly. Then one had brown, spiky hair that made him look young but tough. Then the last one look the most toughest and ruthless guy I ever seen. He had black long hair that he had it tied back, making him look older but sexier. His eyes shine of grey and on what he wearing, it show he been working out. He almost look like Seth but Seth had blue eye and his hair was a little shorter, but other then that, they look the same. He was talking with some girl that had booty short and a tank top that show more boob than I needs to see, then he sniff up the air and turn his head toward me. He look straight into my eyes and his stare send shiver threw my body. I think he doesn't like me. I turn around and grab my binder from the car and walk into the school.

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