The Move

Chapter 8

Fuck!!!!!! School starts at 8:30 and it was already 7:30! I wanted to get up at 6:30 to look extra nice today, obviously not. I jumped in the shower in my en suite and washed my hair. I got out and checked the time, it was 7:38, I'm doing well. I brushed it through but didn't dry it, I didn't need too. The sun was shining already and I could feel the heat, I burst the windows open to stop myself from sweating, I was still in my towel. I sprayed deodorant around me and put on some underwear, I admired my figure in the mirror. It sounds vain, but I have worked so hard for it, i'm not naturally skinny. I don't have abs, but I have the line down the middle of my stomach, back in London I used to attend the gym by myself at least 4 times a week, i'm proud of it.

I checked the clock, it was 7:43, shit. I rummaged through my drawers, realizing Westside didn't have school uniform, in London at my school you had to wear black shoes with black trousers, a white shirt and a bottle green blazer with a green, red and yellow tie. I liked it, it was easy to wear the same thing every day. I found a pair of black patterned shorts, they were weather appropriate. I went through my still unpacked suitcase and found my black crop top, but the shorts were highwaisted so you could hardly see my stomach. I'm so glad I shaved my legs yesterday.

My hair was almost dry and I still had time, I sat in front of the mirror and applied my foundation, bronzer and mascara, as it was the first day I filled my eyebrows in a little and put on some eyeshadow from my Naked 2 palette. My hair was now dry, the waves actually seemed to go nice today, thats a good start. I pulled it round the front and shook it a little, it almost reached my waist, I love my hair. I went into my sparse wardrobe and grabbed my black sandals with the gold strip across the top, and put them on, luckily I painted my toenails yesterday too. I think I was ready, I quickly found my black bag and shoved in my pencil case, with a big notepad, some vaseline, my phone and a hairbrush. What else did I need? I think that was it. I stood in front of my mirror and looked at myself, I think I looked okay. I breathed and said out loud, "You'll be fine"

I rushed downstairs for breakfast and my family seemed to be running around as well

"WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP" I shouted at my mum whilst shovelling cereal into my mouth, that actually tasted really good. 

"I thought you were awake honey! I'm sorry, set an alarm next time. The size of this house, you wouldn't hear me shouting anyway!"

True, I thought. Oh well, I was ready.

I was so nervous I was actually shaking, as I got in the car, mum said she was dropping me today but I needed to find out about school buses, the big yellow things which I thought only existed in movies. The whole journey I was distracted, I texted the girls but realized as it was only 8:20 here, it would be 3:20 there, they would still be asleep.

We pulled up in front of the school, the front windows were all glass and people were pouring in from all directions. On the bricked side of the school it said 'Westside High School District 66'. The American flag was flying above the school, it looked massive, I'm going to get so lost. I kissed my mum and brother goodbye, and got out of the car. I stood there watching as they drove off. Shit. I turned around and started walking, down the stairs and to the door. Mum had said to go to the reception to inquire about a timetable, and stuff like that. I didn't dare to look at anyone, I didn't want any interaction. I had to look up, c'mon (Y/N), you're confident. I looked up, and around. I walked through the glass door and got in line for reception, I was already receiving funny looks. I couldn't work out whether it was because they didn't recognize me, or there was something wrong with me. The line was moving fast, I was almost at the front, I didn't want to open my mouth.

"May I help you sweetie?" The receptionist said, realizing I was looking around in a daze

"Urm...Hi. My name is (Y/N), my parents enrolled me at this school a few weeks ago, I was wondering about a timetable..or  map or.."

"Oh! I've been told about you." I didn't know whether thats a good or a bad thing.. "You're the girl that moved here from England! I have a specific timetable for you, and a map of the school. What are you supposed to be taking?"

"Um..I think I was put down for English Literature, History, Religious Studies, Math and Law..I can't remember"

"Oh yes, that's right! Here you are..(Y/N), you're 17, early birthday that means you're a.....Junior, 11th Grade!"

"..Okay"

"You're taking those subjects, plus homeroom. Here's a map of the school, along with your teachers names and class rooms."

"Thank you Miss..."

"Miss Green. Nice to meet you (Y/N), good luck, I'm sure you'll settle in well here."

"Thank you very much" I said, pleasantly surprised at my first interaction with an American person.

I opened up the map and my timetable, the corridor's were getting sparse, lessons must have started, it's 8:32am. I looked at Monday period 1 and saw 'Math EDS Room N4'. Where was I? I'm so confused. After around 15 minutes of wandering around aimlessly, I found myself in a corridor full of rooms named 'N', this has to be the correct corridor. I found the room named N4, and peered in, fuck. The class had already started. I wiped the sides of my mouth, ruffled my hair, put on my half pout and half smile, and knocked on the door. The teacher, who was female, motioned for me to come in, I opened the door and walked through, shutting it behind me.

"You must be (Y/N)?" She said

"Yeah, that's me" I said smiling

"You're late! Did no body show you around?"

"No miss, I've been trying to find this classroom for ages"

I heard muttering and mistakenly looked to my left, to see a class of at least 30 students staring straight back at me.

"Well, it doesn't matter. I'll let you off this time. My name is Mrs Sullivan and I am your new Mathematics teacher" She smiled "Find a seat and sit down (Y/N)."

I turned around and scanned the room for a seat. I saw an empty one, 3rd row back on the left, I walked over and sat down. I saw everyone else had a pen and a notebook out so I grabbed mine out of my bag.

"..As I was saying, the bottom of a fraction is timesed by the to.."

I was nudged by someone behind me so I instantly turned around

"Hi urm..Are you from England?" The boy whispered

"Haha yeah I am..why?"

"I told you!" He said turning to the boy next to him

"I never said she wasn't from England I just said I wasn't sure! Fuck off"

I turned around, not ready to entertain them, when I heard the first boy say

"Her accent is so fucking sexy, damn"

I turned around and gave him a half smile, I chuckled

The class went on and I made a few notes, I got a few looks from people around, and didn't dare put my hand up to ask any questions. The bell went just as I was getting bored, I packed up my things and walked out the classroom, I was halfway into the busy corridor when someone tapped me on the shoulder, I swung around and saw the same boy from my math class..

"Hey" He said

"..Hello" I murmured

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine thanks, you?"

"Yeah..fuck I love your accent keep talking"

I laughed pretty hard, "It's nothing special" I said, as I carried on walking through the corridor to my next class, which I didn't even know the name of yet

"What's your name?" The boy said, seemingly interested

"(Y/N). What's yours?"

"(Y/N), I love that name. My name is Sammy. Nice to meet you"