Bits and Pieces {ON PAUSE}

Chapter 5- Brown Bag Bombshell

It was ten by the time I finally found school. Doesn't sound too bad, if school didn't start at half eight.

Torture right?

The building was very, very modern and very, very big. It put my school back in London to shame, back there it was all red brick and horrible graffiti all over the walls. And of course the school had neither the money or the motivation to clean it up. 

This school however, well damn, where to start? There were beautiful cream exterior walls, and a courtyard at the front. It was almost U shaped and had a massive fountain in the courtyard. Large windows lined the walls, showing the inside of all of the classrooms. Oh my God, the music room! I love music and I have a feeling I will even more after my first lesson here. The music room was lined with instruments and held a massive white grand piano. If it looks this good from here, imagine the inside!

Of course my excitement couldn't last long as one big, round, red-faced buzz kill came rolling towards me. My life flashed before my eyes as the thought of being rolled over and squashed to death by this guy came to mind. What a way to go, flattened by the principle. 

"Is there a reason you are standing staring at my school young lady?" 

Wait a minute, that's not a guy's voice. "I- uh... I'm new here and I kinda, I kinda just... sorta-"

"Are you going to continue stuttering or tell me why you are an hour and a half late?" Damn, buzz kill is vexed.

"IdidntwantmydriverdrivingmesoIwalkedhereandgotlost," I said, my words bouncing into each other at the sudden realization Mr Buzz-Kill was actually Mrs Buzz-Kill.

"That's your excuse? You didn't want to be driven here so you walked and got lost?" I'm impressed that she understood my gibberish, most people just look at me weird and act like I never said anything. "And what is that accent? Are you trying to be British? The last student who did that got an hour detention so don't try anything, Missy."

An hour detention for pretending to be British? They clearly like punishments here. Why would you want to pretend to be British anyway? "No miss, I'm actually British," I said, with a smile which seemed genuine but inside I was praying not to get a detention on my first day. 

 I had to follow her to the reception to get my timetable, which left me pleasantly surprised. It's already break now so I have music after. How bad can this be? The walk to my locker was extremely long because, for the second time that day, I got lost. I feel so derpy today. Plus, it didn't help that nobody seemed to be very friendly towards me. The girls gave me looks like they wanted to claw my eyes out. Plus, the bit that worried me was that, with their manicure nails, they probably could. The boys gave me looks that weren't all too friendly either, their eyes running up and down my body, making me feel naked in my jeggings and crop top.

When I finally reached my locker I was met by one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen. She gave me the first friendly smile I've got all day and skipped up to me. She had bright blue eyes and green and blue ombre hair. You can tell that she wans't the popular girl here, like I suspected before I saw the glares other girls were giving her. Her eyes were such a striking blue that you knew they were staring deeper into you than anyone else. But, to be honest, so many people have said the same about my golden brown eyes. There was a silver stud on her upper lip and thick, black winged eyeliner around her eyes, making them stand out even more.

"Hey, you! Done staring at me yet?" She yelled, laughing. Phew, I thought she would be mad. I walked up to her as she stuck her hand at towards me. "I'm Chrissie and you are my new friend."

I laughed, shaking her hand and began sorting my stuff through my bag. Taking out my lunch to check that it wasn't squashed. I spent ages making my chicken quesadillas to get them perfect last night and I'm gonna enjoy them. Chrissie began laughing at something I wasn't quite sure about and I was beginning to doubt weather my new friend was sane or not. "So you're a brown bag bombshell huh?" She smiled at me, while pointing at my hand. It took a second to understand what she mean until I looked down at my hand and saw the brown paper bag holding my lunch. "You gonna introduce yourself, bombshell?"