Plan B

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(WELCOME to my then 18-year-old world guys. This is where I got to pour out my wild imagination and just get rid of the negative feelings and a huge loss that I experienced at that time.

The aim of this novel was to see just how far I can go with my writing and I surprised myself in the process.

This is my first actual novel and I love the fact that I was able to do this!! I hope you enjoy!!)

I sighed as I watched the trees that seemed to be running faster as my dad drove the car. He was in a hurry; there was this meeting he had to attend. And me? I had me problems; I'm reporting to a NEW SCHOOL.

My tummy felt bubbly just thinking about it. Hardly had it been a week since we moved from Poland to Australia after my dad got transferred. I just thought about how on earth I would be able to jumpstart my life back into action.

Usually, people just transfer schools or change neighbor hoods, NOT CONTINENTS! This is a really big deal for me and I have no idea on how I'll handle it.

Most of my stuff is still packed in my suitcases. I still don't have my own bedroom since everything is still all over the place. Great.

None of us has gotten the hang of things yet. The more I thought deeply the nearer we approached Sanders High; my new school. Perfect. Just what I needed at this moment. A completely different environment with total strangers far away in a tropical island!

My dad pulled over at the parking spot nearest to the entrance. I examined the school as we walked in and my comment; SO HUGE!

My guess is it's lunch break since the students walked along the hallways with ease. No one seems to be in a hurry.

I noticed a group of girls staring at me viciously. "Those must be the gossip girls." I agreed with myself as I walked into the principal's office. I sat next to my dad. We were both across his desk. He seemed rather inviting.

"You must be Kristie," he said to me as we shook hands. "I guess so," I answered in a rather crappy tone. Mr. Terone, the principal, had a conversation with my father about the school and other stuff which automatically cut me out of the conversation. They were done sooner than I thought since my dad still had to make his first appearance at work.

"Please don't make me wait in the evening," these were the last words I said to him before he left.

The principal called in a girl, Lindsey, to his office. She was supposed to 'take care' of me till I got the hang of things at school. I felt that was the beginning of the end.
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The past few weeks have been a BLAST! Lindsey, my..uh.. 'legal advisor' is amazing! We get along so well; right from the first day actually.

After we left the principal's office that day, we went for lunch but I wasn't really hungry. She took me to class; it was time for an English lesson, a subject I loved. At least that was what I thought until the end of that period. Their English was way different from what I'm used to, and to think its pretty much the same language!

The rest of the day was fair enough. I had fun making foam during chemistry. I almost flooded the whole laboratory with it.

"You're lucky you are new here, that would have earned you a ticket to detention," Lindsey said to me. It was almost five o'clock when my dad arrived and I told him about how I really liked the school.

"I'm glad you are happy," he said.

"Your day was great too I'm hoping."

"Why, yes! The people are friendly and guess what the office has..."

"A plus - sized screen TV!" We both exclaimed as we laughed. The day was a win win for both of us.

I was able to join the drama club after Lindsey read through my resume. I was the president of the drama club back in Finlance High. We were the best of the best and we were preparing to go to the nationals just before I left. Thinking about it felt like swallowing a million pieces if broken glass because I had much anticipated to win.

Now here I am beginning from scratch. I know I'll get there. We were working on a play reflecting on the theme 'Racism'. We have eight months before the drama competitions. I even signed up for violin classes to keep me busy after school. I've always had a liking for that instrument.

Dad liked his new job and everything that came with it. He had a day off every week and worked from nine o'clock to three o'clock in the evening. Mum did pretty much everything to get busy; baking, setting up lemonade stands and she even comes to my violin practice at times. Life is amazing!

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"I'm thinking...traditional. "

"No way! That's old fashioned. Let's make it westernized. "

"Westernization in the city of racism."

"No. I mean like in an already westernized society." Paige and Chris argued about the story line of the play we were working on.

"Oh!" Chris exclaimed plainly, "I don't like it. Anyone thinking my way?"

"No one will go for traditional," Paige mocked Chris.

"I actually like it. I believe it's easier to bring out the theme," Terrence said.

" Exactly why we shouldn't go in that direction!" Paige snapped. Paige was this up tight cool kid in school who was brilliant in just about anything and everything and she happened to be in the drama club. Legend has it that she farted once and it smelt like daisies. Well, I don't like flowers and neither do I like wannabe perfectionists.

"What about you?" She said, pointing at me. "The new kid with the red cap."

Me? I thought no one would ever see me in this corner. I had never spoken in any club meeting since I joined the club.

"Well?" She said impatiently.

"Uh... I think we should do both." Paige looked at me blankly.

"Go on..." Chris broke the awkward silence.

"Well, it could be a love story about a black girl and a white boy. They both have traditions which don't allow them to be together precisely because the boy's family wants to take over the land which the girl lives."

There was a short period of silence as everyone thought about it. What were they thinking about?

The drama teacher, Mr. Paisely, who had been listening silently cleared his throat and said, "Never have I heard of that... brilliant!"

"But its too predictable!" Paige argued. "If you look at it this way, it..."

"That will be enough for today, we'll work on the characters with time," Mr. Paisely said cutting off Paige. "Develop the storyline by tomorrow. It's Kristina, right?"

"Yes Mr. Paisely," I said half shocked and half honoured. A new task had been bestowed upon me. After the club meeting, which was the last event of the day, I had to look for Lindsey to tell her everything.

"Lindsey! Lindsey!" I said rushing into her classroom. She was engrossed in some chemistry book. "Bookworm," I said "Anyway guess what! You're now looking at 'The script writer'

Lindsey's eyes brightened up. "Wait! Hold up!" She stood and we jumped in excitement. This was our ceremonious celebration.

"This is huge! How did it happen? You just got here!"

"It happened after Paige asked me..."

"Paige? Paige Lowski? She writes the script every year; I'm not sure if she's happy about this twist this year."

"Neither am I," I said in a rather scared tone. "Kristie, relax. I know you can do this."

" Sure?"

"No..." I stared at her. "I'm just kidding! C'mon, let's get some ice cream. That will cheer you up."

"Okay, but let's hurry. The script won't write itself."

"Okay script writer!" Lindsey chuckled.

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