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Chapter 14

Chapter 14: The 11th first day of school.

Walking into the school at first is intimidating, the commons area is small because the school itself is small. Unlike my last school people are already here and being as social as ever. How people can function normally this early is and always has been beyond me. I walk to the administrations office to confirm my classes and introduce myself, I've always gotten along better with the office ladies than my classmates; although I feel this is because they take pity on me.

My classes do not disappoint of course this school much to my displeasure, does not offer guitar 1 as a class. I'm accepted into all my other classes immediately despite my horrid grades in Spanish and Algebra last year. My classes for Junior year are as follows:

1st hour) Speach

2nd hour) Spanish

3rd hour) Geometry

4th hour) US History

5th hour) Chemistry

Lunch

6th hour) American Literature

7th hour) Choir

I take a moment to admire the fact I get to start and end my day with my favorite subjects and breath a sigh of relief. My number one worst nightmare is having to begin my school day with math. Of course since this will be my third school in three years my highschool requirements are all out of wack, why can't all schools follow the same corriculum and have similar requirements? Others might fire back at me "Why can't you just stay in one school?" the answer is because I am an unhappy person who desperately searches for something or someone to make her happy.

So how does that fit in with transfering schools so often? Well my first school which i attended since Kindergarten to 9th grade was brutal, full of bullies to which I was their favorite target, go figure. My second school was amazing I made tons of new friends that I love and miss dearly, and now here, my third school and last school to attend since you already know why I am here I do not feel obligated to explain myself.

"Would you like us to assign a fellow student to show you arround the school dear?" one of the sweet office ladies asks, dragging me out of my thoughts. "Erm... yes of course. It would be much appreciated." I respond politely, flashing a smile at the elderly woman. She smiles widely, manners have always been a perfect way to win over the office and I guess that doesnt change no matter where you go to school she picks up her ancient corded phone and calls a classroom and tells them to send a Michael Lewinski to the office. Why they never tell us why we are being sent to the office has always botherd me; are we in trouble, forget something, or are aliens attacking the planet as we speak and I'm the only one who can save us? See my confusion?

I sit on a chair next to the door for the said Michael to arrive, tapping my fingers on the wooden arm of the chair; a nervous habit that I have no intention of quitting, until the door swings open and a tall guy with short blond hair and brilliant blue eyes strides up to the office lady, he must be saying something funny cause the old woman laughs lightly and turns to look at me. As Michael turns around i freeze; he looks me up and down and I half expect him to open my mouth and inspect my teeth like a breeder would an animal. However he only walks over and takes my hand shaking it firmly introducing himself with his full name but insists I call him Mike.

"I'm Cortney." I say simply my voice sounds a bit harsh so I smile warmly at him to soften my tone, he responds in kind with a dazzling smile that shows perfect white teeth. I know his type and I really don't want to get involved with him; he's the type of guy who dresses sharp and is extremely good looking, perfect grades and attendence but deep under the perfect exterior is a giant asshole. Harsh but to the point. It's not that I think I'm better than him, I know for a fact I'm not I mean come on! If you haven't figured out how much of a bitch I am by now you must be a really accepting wonderful person and you should totally give me your number, but that is besides the point. I don't like getting involved with these types cause I ruin them. It has happened more than once and I don't want to be that girl again.

"Well let's get started then shall we?" he smiles and opens the door for me. Yeah this is not going to end well.