Death Metal

Later

Jannet had called the school and requested that we had a registration meeting with the principal and he had agreed. Off we went to the school. Which was with in walking distance, yet we drove because my mom wanted to take Jannet out for an afternoon run. We entered the school through the main doors and right into the office. At such a bad time. There was a student, yelling at the ladies sitting at the desk. The lady herself ignored the kid which riled him up more. Jannet sighed as Lauren was getting protective.

"You must be the Rhys, Mr. Hunts is in his office. I'll happily show you there." she said standing up still ignoring the kid. He glared at her as she was turned towards us. "James go back to lunch."

He humphed storming out of the office.

"What happened?" Jannet asked

"Oh nothing big. He got a detention for starting a fight in the middle of class." she said showing us to the principal's office. "Mind i asking what happened?"

"Kind of a troublemaker" Lauren said trying to play the bruises off as a fight i had gotten into on purpose. I looked back to my mom with a stern look in my eye.

"I have never started a fight." i said plainly as we walked.

"Did you guys just move here from britain or something." she asked

"Yeah. it was a sudden move. Jobs and promotions and what not." Jannet said as the lady opened the door to the principal's office. He sat quietly reading the paper. He glanced up and smiled. The registration passed with a breeze, considering the fact that american schools were years behind british schools.

"The school day is almost over, and i have no problem letting him attend the last three classes of the day. " he said printing out a schedule. My parents nodded getting up. I was guided to a classroom through the cafeteria. A majority of the students paid me no mind, others were intrigued. Much like the guy who had been yelling at the lady at the front desk. I was already placing him on my do not bother list. Silence reigned through the halls as we made our way to the second floor, down the C wing. The principal opened the door and smiled at a female teacher though the class itself was in the middle of a lesson.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, yet, you have a new student." he said i was guided to the front of the class. "This is Jasper Rhys. He's new to America."

That caught several students attentions.

"Oh?" some questioned sitting up straight. The teacher seemed to be questioning as well. I didn't have a bag, i wasn't wearing the most casual thing could have been wearing, and my hair my certainly styled.

"I'm from england." i said calmly. Trying not to maintain a heavy accent and failed, in fact i think i strengthened it, i sounded posh! I'm anything but posh! The teacher had crossed her arms.

"Is he actually from england? Because you've dropped several students that thought it'd be funny to mock me for being british." she said

"I didn't take a blood sample." the principal said plainly. I groaned taking out my wallet, i showed her my english drivers license.

"Now that's bloody mint, innit?" she said. Such a posh thing to do in America. I scoffed, nodding.

"Just splendid" i said

"Great, more thing's i'm gonna have to look up." Mr. Hunts said turning on his heel. We watched him exit the room.

"Oh, bollocks. He's onto me." she tsked crossing her arms. Well if she hadn't have gone posh to talk to me, he'd still be standing there. She had me sit in the back so i wouldn't translate to her students when she's cursing. I happily sat in the back listening to this odd calming sensation in her voice. There was a student starting to nod off in the back by the door. "Would someone kindly, wake up Mr. Reece."