"Giana! Time for school!" My grandmother yells up the stairs and I grunt as I pull myself away from my closet, and walk over to my dressing table and put in my contacts. Hoisting my backpack and my oversized purse onto my shoulders, I push my braid onto my back and hurry down the stairs.
"Jake will be here in a few minutes, darlin'," my grandfather says as I kiss him on the cheek and bustle myself over to where my grandmother is cooking bacon, and I steal a piece as she looks away, and she smacks my hand.
"Here," She thrusts two pieces of toast into my hands and I bite into them like a sandwich, hearing Jake honk his horn in the driveway, and I yell my goodbye to my grandparents as I rush out the front door and fall into the passenger seat of Jake's beat up F-150.
My phone starts to ring in my purse and I fumble for it beneath all of my important papers, my wallet, my Epi-pen and all of my other belongings I can't seem to live without. As soon as I find it, I flip it open and press it to my ear, waiting for a lecture on how to hold up family appearances at school.
"Giana, you better not mess up my reputation in that town today," my mother warns and I let out a snort.
"Oh, mother, I think you did that yourself," I reply to her and Jake bites his lip to keep from laughing.
"I'm serious, young lady, if you even dare - " she starts and I let out a huff, slamming my phone shut.
"Fuck you," I say, looking down at the device.
"Remind me never to piss you off," Jake grumbles as the truck comes to a halt in a parking space and shuts off with a clank.
Jake instructs me to the main office and ditches me for his friends in the front of the school. I go inside and look for the signs pointing to the main office and approach the secretary.
I introduce myself and she gives me a school map and my schedule with my locker number and combination on it as well. I bury my face in my schedule and start looking for my first class. I stop in the commons area and turn around in a circle, confused by where I'm going.
I walk into a person and go clambering to the floor, falling on my ass. He laughs a little and helps me up.
"You okay?" He asks me and I nod, smiling a little.
"How do I find room 197?" I ask him, turning the map around and trying to decipher it.
"That's the history hall. I'm heading that way, follow me," the boy says, and I nod. "New here?" He asks me.
"Yeah, I'm Giana," I greet, as I avoid people oncoming from the other side of the hall.
"William, but you can call me Billy," he shrugs, turning right around a corner and I crash into his back when he stops suddenly.
"What's wrong?"
"My ex, moving on. Sorry about that, I was just in a little shock," Billy sighs, leading me down the hall to room 197 to drop me off.
"AP Euro with Mr. Hanes. Have fun, Giana, hopefully I'll see you soon," he waves as he walks off, and I enter the classroom, sitting in the middle of the room.
"What are you doing here?" A man in his late thirties or so asks me. "Class doesn't start for another twenty three minutes. Get out."
"I'm sorry?" I ask, just to be sure I heard him right.
"Why are you here?"
"I'm Giana Reese... sorry, I'm in your first period AP Euro class, I'm new here, someone helped me find you classroom, I didn't think it would be an issue," I apologize, grabbing my bag and going to leave.
YOU ARE READING
The Forbidden
Teen Fiction"Do you understand statistically the chances of something going wrong? It's worse than the chances of dying in a convertible. Four point three percent of people on a plane die in a plane crash, and that's not including planes that have gone missing...
