Morphed

Chapter 5

"I feel like a zombie." I said while eating my lucky charms.

"You look like one." Andrew said.

I glared at him. "I'm still in my pajamas, okay. I'll look a little better when I actually brush my hair."

"Believe what you want. I leave in 20 minutes with or without you." He said looking at his watch.

"Will do, captain." I saluted him then ran upstairs to get dressed.

I rummaged through my drawer of all new clothes until I found a pair of dark wash jeans, a cream colored sweater and a pink scarf with anchors printed very lightly onto it. I opened my closet and pulled out my brown leather-looking boots and tall off white socks (they matched my sweater). I also made sure to put on the necklace that the desk lady at foster care gave me. I brushed my hair, or more ripped through it, then quickly did some eyeliner and mascara which came naturally to me.

"I'm ready!" I yelled running down the steps with my backpack.

"Finally." Andrew said sarcastically. "It only took you an hour." He messed with his blonde hair a little bit while talking.

"Well I set a timer for 17 minutes and it hasn't gone off yet... So suck it."

"17?" He said laughing. "No, not 15, not 20. 17. You sound way too much like Diana. That's a Diana thing."

"Shut up." I mumbled while getting into his Audi. This is a prime example of how rich they were. A 17 year old had an Audi a5. The newest one too. The mom has a Mercedes and dad has a Porsche.

"You nervous, kid?" He asked while pulling out of the garage.

"A little bit." I admitted.

"Well, at least you're not a freshman. Those are some unlucky kids. Tisk tisk."

"The seniors would always pick on the freshman at my school." I said, trying to hide my joy that just one simple memory had come back.

"It's like that at any school pretty much. And please, I'm begging you, don't be one of those sophomores that act like they're way above freshman even though you were one last year. Where did you go to school last year?"

"I didn't." I said, remembering I was supposed to pretend like my "dad" had homeschooled me.

"You didn't?" He glanced over at me and raised his eyebrows.

"I was homeschooled. My dad moved me around a lot, so I never got the chance to go to school anywhere."

"Why did your parents give you up?"

I wish that I could tell him the truth. "My mom died, my dad didn't want me. At least, that's what my dad said. 'Too rebelious'. That's what he said."

"He must be an ass. My parents abused me and Diana had been friends with them but then she realized something was up. I always had bruises and scratches. That was when I was 8. She adopted me as soon as I was rescued."

I stared at him for a second. I couldn't believe that anyone would ever do that to him. "I'm-"

"Don't be. It was a long time ago. I only have one scar left from it." He interrupted my apology. "We're here!" We pulled into the school I remembered from last week. "And 15 minutes before the bell. Best time ever." He got out of the car and waited for me. "You can sit with me and my friends until you find some, which might be kind of difficult for you." He smiled proudly as he said it.

"Lol. You're so funny." I rolled my eyes and punched his arm.

"Don't touch me, I don't care how much you want me, but hands off." He smirked.

"You're my temporary brother, you dick." I said punching him again as we walked through the doors.

"Wait, you can't sit with us until you go to the office. Sorry, I forgot. It's right there though. They'll give you a schedule and even a personal map!"

"I'm not an idiot, Andrew." I rolled my eyes at him for the bajillionth time that week.

"Okay then, see ya." He walked over to a group of hot guys which seemed to consist of every grade. Yum, they all very fine.

"Excuse me?" I asked when I reached the front dest.

"Yes?" The receptionist said.

"I'm new here and I need to get my schedule."

"Oh okay! Are you Brynne Arnette?"

"Yes."

"Here you go! Wait... You don't have any records of past schools. I'm going to need those." Oh god. What am I going to do? What do I say? I don't know anything... Wait.

Our eyes locked. "You are going to give me all my necessary information and you aren't going to ask me anymore questions." She handed me a folder with too many papers in it and I just pulled out the main one with my schedule.

"Thank you." I left the office, praying I had actually compelled her and went on a hunt for Andrew and his hotties.