The Dream

Chapter 2

I hop out of my warm, blue comforter and drag myself to the bathroom. I turn the water on cold so I will be awake for the most part. I need to be awake because it's the first day of junior year, and I am attending a new school this year, South Heights High.

I thoroughly scrub shampoo onto my hair and massage my scalp with moisturizing conditioner. Once my body is clean and my hair is rinsed, I dry my hair and curl the ends. I want to have a good first impression. I put on my favorite dressy outfit, a red v-neck, a navy blue high-waisted skirt and my Sperry's. I put on some eyeliner, loads of my favorite mascara, and add some red lip gloss as the finishing touch. I grab my black backpack and grab a muffin before my way out.

I arrive at the school in my dad's white convertible and see kids everywhere. I see super preppy kids in one area, comparing each other's schedules, and super goth, scary looking kids smoking something that I don't recognize.

"Good luck today", says my dad as he gives me one of his best bear hugs.

"Thanks, I love you", I say.

"Love you too, honey", he replies.

I flash him one of my prize-winning smiles and head out for the day.

The first thing I need to do is get a schedule. I hurry into the office and am overwhelmed with the smell of new paint. I wander over to the secretary's desk and meet a woman with a plain purple t-shirt and a name tag that says, 'Ms. Jones.'

"Hi there, uhm, can I get my schedule? I wasn't here for orientation. My name is Malea Maddison."

"Ya", she replies with a scowl on her face.

She trudges into the back room and I find a seat on one of the wooden chairs near the door. I try to relax my crazy nerves when the jingle above the door rings. A pale boy with black hair strides into the office and leans on the front desk.

"Hey Tracy, guess who's back", he calls.

Ms. Jones (apparently Tracy Jones) rushes into the front room and a huge smile forms across her wrinkled face.

"Trent!" she yells, pure joy spilling from her smile.

"Aye, Ms. Jones, I thought you'd miss me," he says with a sly grin.

She hands him a schedule and is grinning until her eyes meet mine.

"Here," she says in the grumpiest voice possible.

"Thanks," I reply.

Why would this woman hate me so much? I don't even know her.

She scowls at me when I grab the paper forcefully, a little dramatically, and push my way out the door.

This is gonna be a long day.

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