Discovering the Moonlight

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Chapter 2

The next day I had managed to oversleep. Just my luck. Dad was passed out on the couch in the living room from where he stayed out really late. I never got the chance to see what he was so upset about.

I grabbed an apple and ran out the door with less than 30 minutes to get to school. My normal brisk walked turned into a slow job. I knew that by the time I got to school my curly hair would look wild. The parking lot of school was filled with cars and chattering students waiting for the school bell to ring.

“Claire!” Lydia motioned for me to come sit by her car. She was dressed from head to toe in pink. Her blonde hair was brushed and neatly braided to her shoulders. I had secretly wished that I had her beautiful natural blonde hair instead of my kinky brown locks. My mother had always told me to be proud of that because it was the only thing tying me to her side of the family.

“Hey guys, I am surprised that I even made it here on time.’ My voice came out in quick pants, still exhausted from jogging the whole way here. Erick was leaning up against Lydia’s car trying to act all cool. He pulled his sunglasses down and gave me a surprised expression.

“Jeeze Claire, did you run through a fan on the way here?” His teasing voice came out sharply. He smiled and said, “Do you at least have a brush?”

I motioned for Lydia to pass me hers. “You guys know how my hair does.” I stuck my tongue out at Erick and started to run the brush though my frizzy hair. I stared into Lydia’s car mirror and tried to tame the beast that sit on my head. When I finally thought that it looked somewhat manageable I handed the brush back to Lydia.

Ding Dong.

The bell rang letting us know it was time to go in and grab our schedules for the year. The halls were lined with tables that had an alphabetic letter on each one. “Please go and stand in front of the table that has the first letter of your last name.” A teacher yelled over the loud crowd.

A small woman that sit at a table with the letter B said, “Name and grade please.” The woman was impatiently looking at me.

“Claire Bryant, twelfth grade.” My voice boomed out with confidence. My outer appearance was one of a calm and cool young woman but my insides were full of butterflies. The first days always sucked, and I am sure that this day would be no different. The small woman handed me my schedule and motioned for the next person in line.

Lydia was already waiting on me by the door near the gym. “So?” She asked impatiently. Before I had a chance to answer she grabbed my schedule and started to look it over. “Yay! We have 2 classes together out of four. She began to jump around and sing at the top of her lungs. Yep, that’s just how Lydia acted.

Erick walked over grumbling something under his breath. “I hate all my classes this semester.” His voice obviously irritated.

I grabbed his schedule and looked over it quickly. Smiling I said, “Look right here mister.” Pointing my finger at a spot on the sheet, “We have fourth period together, that should make you feel somewhat better.” I gave him a smile and handed his paper to Lydia.

“Well we have two classes together Erick.” Lydia chimed in. She grabbed her book bag that was sitting on the floor and tossed it over her shoulder. “Guys I think we need to get to our first class before we get late.” We all agreed and followed behind.

Erick went his separate way to his first period and Lydia and I ran off to our first class of the day which just happened to be Calculus.

The day went by smoothly. My class after Calculus was History and then we all had lunch together. I didn’t want my third period to end because it was my favorite class out of all of them which was art. Before I had knew it the day was just about over, fourth period was about to begin.