When we pulled up to the school, I finally realized why I was nervous.
This school was the most preppiest school, and the kids looked as rich as the building. Now I knew why I didn't want to go in.
There was no way in hell I was gonna fit in.
"Alright, here we are." Misha looked over at me and smiled. "You ready?" I stared at the school out my window, waiting for the moment I would wake up in my bed, realizing this was all just a horrible dream.
"Um. No?" Misha furrowed his brow.
"What do you mean no?" I sighed and took a hard swallow, holding back the nervous butterflies in my stomach.
"I, uh. I've only been to schools with drug dealers, graffiti, and broken lockers. So this is a bit more..."
"Prestigious?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Yeah, you could say that." He stifled a laugh before looking out my window too.
"I guess it's pretty fancy," He sighed. "But no turning back now." I felt my face fall as I watched one of the girls walk into the school with two other girls. Who looked exactly like three specific girls from a specific movie related to a title involving a rude gender starring Tina Fey.
Anyway.
I shrugged my backpack onto my shoulders and sighed.
"I guess I should go." I mumbled, opening the car door with a huff. He nodded.
"Have a good first day." I glanced back at him and forced a smile.
"Bye." I shut the door, giving him a fake small smile before he drove off. I turned to the building and frowned. Holding my coffee and my backpack draped over my right shoulder, I took my first steps towards the building, ready to go back to living under the roof of existential dread and forgotten dreams.
When I walked into the building, the first thing I smelled was that new car smell. And perfume. That was easy to smell after I walked passed a group of girls who obviously sensed me the moment I walked in here. But I ignored them.
I walked into the office and walked up to the desk, waiting for one of the cranky receptionists to walk up to me. Seriously, if you hate the kids at the school, why work here?
The woman stepped up to me and gave me a half hearted smile.
"Can I help you?" I forced a smile.
"Hi, I'm supposed to check in. I'm new here." She nodded and reached for a file on her left.
"Alright, name?" She glanced up at me.
"Delaney." I mumbled. She nodded, looking at me expectantly.
"Um, last name?" I almost spoke, but I quickly stopped once I realized, I don't really have a last name. I never figured it out, so, I've lived without one.
"Um... I- I know this is gonna sound weird, but, I don't have... a... last name." She raised her eyebrow, giving me an awkward look for a second.
"You... don't?"
"No..." I mumbled awkwardly. "I'm staying with a foster family." Her eyebrows raised.
"Oh, what are their last names?" I thought for a second.
"Um, Collins?" She nodded and looked back down at the paper.
"Oh, there you are!" She looked up at me with a smile. "Delaney Collins..." She mumbled as she pulled her pen from her shirt pocket. The name made me flinch. Why didn't Misha tell me he was going to put my last name as Collins? I'm not mad, I just wish he would've told me.
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Tough as Nails, Breakable as Glass
Fanfiction"I am not glass, you will not break me." I breathed in deeply. "I am a nail." Her life has been bad since age three, and she has no desire for it to get worse. Here she is going to her next foster home with the Collins, and she has no idea how much...
