Obvious Outcast

Chapter 11: There's Always A First For Everything

Whaddupp

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In one hour, 13 minutes and 30 seconds, I will be arriving at school.

I must say, I've never been this nervous before.

I push myself off my bed and I head to the bathroom. I look up the mirror and I look like a total mess. I mean I have eye bags and a creased eyelid on one side.

I wash my face and brush my teeth like I do everyday. Just a little faster. Okay maybe a lot faster.

I just want to rush so I won't be late on my very first day.

My mind just keeps blowing up questions. It's a tad bit frustrating.

Are the people there nice? Will they space out once they know I'm a Beckham? Can I be treated normally around everyone? Oh my gosh will people stare at me?

I do not like attention. Especially for all the wrong reasons. Just because I'm a Beckham doesn't mean people ask me for pictures and crowd my way asking personal questions. I just want people to understand I'm normal like everyone else, it's just that my parents have successful jobs and we're just more fortunate.

I pull out my uniform from the frosted glass slider wardrobe. I change into the white shirt, put on a light grey sweater vest, take the grey cotton blazer off the hanger and loop it around my arm. I still feel the summer heat, the weather's only beginning to change. I straighten the grey and gainsboro tie in the mirror. This uniform process is so all-rounded. I put on black knee high socks and some hand-me-down black flats from my mother. Phew. It doesn't look so bad.

This must be the school's vision of what 'smart-looking' is I guess.

I roughly tie my hair in a high ponytail and head downstairs for a speed breakfast. Walking down the staircase, I could hear faint sounds of my parents whispering.

"I just don't think she's ready for this." Dad says

"Trust me, she will be A-okay." My mother shoots back.

Just at that moment I reach the bottom of the stairs and both of them stare at me.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, honey. You look so grown up." Mother comments.

"You ready for your first day?" Dad asks.

I exhale a loud breath. "Yeah I think so." I say and smile.

I try to hide my nervousness from them because if i hadn't, they would be extra touchy with hugs every second.

"Bye Dad! Bye Mother!" I said.

"Have fun, Harper. Make some friends, okay." My Mother replied and smiled.

I grab a banana and a bottle of orange juice before heading out the entrance. It's 7.30. School starts at 8.10.

"Morning Uncle Lewis! Um approximately what time would we reach there?" I enquire.

"About 7.45 to 7.50. It isn't that far. Get in as soon as you're ready."

"We can go now. I'm ready to leave."

I open the car door myself and get in and make myself comfy on the glossy black leather seats. I'm just one step closer. My heart is about to leap out of my chest. It sounds like hammer against cloth. Each minute passes and I feel more anxious and worried. When is this car ride going to end? I look out the window and people on the streets are starring. Great. It's obviously the car. Who goes to school in their father's Roles Royce accompanied with a driver named Lewis dressed in a suit?

This is bad. This is bad. This is bad. Should I ask him to drop me off a block away from school? It isn't safe to my parents but a block is a short distance.

Uncle Lewis presses the breaks. It's a traffic light and we aren't that far. This is my chance to ask!

"Hey I think I can get off here. I want to walk a block before I reach school. It sounds like I'm trying to runaway but I swear I'm not." I joke.

"What do you mean a block before? You're already at the front entrance!" He says and laughs.

My mouth instantly drops to the floor and I put my face in my hands. We are at the entrance? This is not good at all. This is really bad. I push myself to the window and some people are pointing. They are freaking pointing. People are taking pictures of the special car-plate my Dad had to get and some just stare from a distance.

I take deep fireball yoga breaths Romeo taught me and I collect myself, pull the door handle, and just the door wide. I reach to the seat beside me to get my sling bag. Just then when I turn around, Uncle Lewis is holding the door for me.

No! What's he doing? No no no no no no. This gets worse. People are starring, this is drawing too much attention.

"Okay, Harper. It's your first day! Aren't you excited?" Uncle Lewis questions in a hearty tone.

I let out a soft shriek and stare at the ground, not wanting to make eye contact with the starring people.

"It's going to be fine. Good luck on your first day!" He replies. Suddenly, the worst possible thing that could happen comes my way.

Paparazzi.

A group of three men holding large DSLR cameras come running to me. Their faces are shielded by black baseball caps they wore. I couldn't move anywhere, they all crowd around me.

"Hey man. I'm going to have to ask you to move away. Guys I understand your job, but do you really want me to file restraining orders against each one of you and have your companies fire you? Come on man, it's the kid's first day of school." Uncle Lewis says in a firm voice.

They finally decide to back off a little and mouthed 'thank you' to Uncle Lewis.

I walk to the entrance and 'Constance Lennox' in a big font says in black metal over the entrance. In small, it says the words 'Independant School'. I take a deep breath and count to calm myself before I head in.

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