Chapter 10

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I woke up the next day feeling extremely nervous. Today was the day of my interview with my new school's principal. No matter what, i could not let the feeling of nervousness leave my mind. I tried calming myself down by taking several deep breaths and started getting ready for the day. After finishing my morning routine, i grabbed a nice pair of black shirt with a knee length jeans skirt. I wanted to keep my look formal yet classy. After endless attempts of managing to settle my curly hair, i gave up and ended up making a bun with a hair-band over the top.

I knocked my parents door and let myself in. Glancing at my mother, i gave her a quick smile letting her know, i was ready for the day. She asked me to meet her downstairs in 15 minutes & told me we'd leave shortly.

The drive to my new school was long. I sat in between my mother and my aunt with my father driving the car and my grandpa next to him. I chewed on my bottom lip thinking about the interview. See I knew i was smart. Yes. But i was scared. My brain had the tendency to stop thinking when i got nervous so I simply prayed hoping the butterflies in my stomach would go back to where they came from. Sighing i looked at my aunt sitting next to me.

It was a shock seeing her come with us. We hardly got along. But the principal of my new school used to be her best friend. They were school mates and she wanted to help me as much as she could by being there and i was grateful for that.

After a good 30 minutes of driving we arrived at Cambridge High. It was nothing like my previous school. The school was in between of what seemed like a forest. I looked around and all i could see was green. In the middle of the greenery, was the huge cream colored gate with letters engraved on top that read "CAMBRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL." We drove through the sand and gravel covered road and were led to a huge ground which had a 'park here' board.

Shaking all the negative thoughts and nervousness out of my mind i stepped out of my car with a new found confidence. I don't know what suddenly boosted my confidence but i wanted to nail my interview and i was going to prove my intelligence now. I wanted to get an admission on my own score and not with anyone's help.

"Let's do this, mom. I am ready." I tugged the sleeve of her dress excitedly. She chuckled at my child like behaviour and asked me to behave.

I frowned a little and nodded. There were three steps that led to the entrance of the school and in the front was a huge desk that said 'reception.' I chuckled at the thought of how stupid it was. I was not used to seeing this. My old school was a public school. We didn't have such 'fancy' facilities there. I found my legs carrying myself to the receptionist.

"Good morning Miss. We are here to see the principal. We have an appointment with her at 10." I said smiling.

She frowned at my excitement? politeness? I don't know. And replied in a robotic voice, " The principal will see you in a while. Kindly take a seat."

I mumbled a quick thank-you and made my way towards the chairs next to her. I was aimlessly looking around the school, checking the surroundings when i felt my mother pinching my thigh lightly. I turned my attention to her and raised my brow.

"What?" I questioned rather rudely. Why did she pinch me like that? I was annoyed.

"Stop looking around and prepare something for your interview. Here, read this newspaper and make yourself aware about what is going on. They are not only going to check you in Math & English but they might also ask you a few General Knowledge questions and we all know how smart you are at it." She said sarcastically before handing me the newspaper.

"Yeah. Ptff. Whatever."  was my smart reply before i began flipping the pages of the newspaper. Okay so maybe she was right. I was not one of the brightest star when it came to general knowledge because i thought i was too cool to read newspapers and watch news. But i knew i could surely shut everyone's mouth when it came to anything besides that.

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