Chapter 1 : Adapting

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The chevrolette pulled into the school's parking lot, and a sudden queasiness enveloped me as I stared at the massive building of Hearst High school. The blue roof, blue and gold painting made it stand out from other buildings around, I took a deep breath as I stepped out of the car.

It's okay Penny, you've been through this before. I thought trying to calm myself.Heck you have been through this a million times, your whole life you have been changing schools, you shouldn't be worried.

"Goodluck honey" my mum snapped me back to reality " have a nice day."

I turned around to look at my mum smiling at me, she always liked to take life easy, although she was always afraid of almost everything. her brown hair was all ruffled up, her face seemed tired, she seemed tired. Her warm hazel eyes seemed to say it will all be alright, I feigned a smile and walked away, it was the least I could do, I adjusted my jeans, straightened my purple tank top and leather jacket, my brunette hair was plaited and fell on my right shoulder. I sighed, taking in my enviroment, the random students, I wondered who was in my class. The neatly mowed lawn, and cut hedges that looked like birds, elephants and all that art like stuff.

"Hi, you're Penelope Taylor right?" a young lady, probably in her twenties came out of the principal's office as I waited outside, she wore a casual look, too casual, in her pink pelume dress. All I could do was nod as I got to my feet. "The principal, Mr Reggie is not in now, he will see you later, but here...this is your locker number" she said handing me a pink paper, with the number 91 printed on it.

"Well that is all, your class schedule is on the back of the paper, if you need anything else let me know....welcome to Hearst High and goodluck"she waved me off.

After wandering all over the school I finally found the locker, it was painted differently from other lockers around it, which were just plain red. It had a painting of the starwars, complete with the jedi warriors and all that. I tried unlocking it but it wouldn't budge, it was supposed to be '0000', so why won't it work, I kept struggling and as people walked by the hallway, they gave me the same weird look, I just ignored them and busied myself with the stubborn locker.

"I always knew alot of people were big fans of the star wars but I never expected this.." a husky, cool voice made me jump. I spun around and came face to face with the least person I wanted to see right now, we both said our names at the same time.

"Penny?"

"Marc?"

"What are you doing here?" we said simultaneously

"No, what are you doing here?" we asked again, still in unison.

I stopped talking,he also stopped waiting for who would continue, he smiled realisng I was not ready to talk "Remember I transfered last year, so I kinda had to repeat the grade, when I got transfered here..."

"So right now you're in 11th grade? Wow, I guess am not the only one"I rolled my eyes straining my frustration, I scanned him, noting how he had changed...atleast physically. He was still the jerk ass, that always played pranks on me, annoyed me, made fun of me, called me names like butter fingers, flapjack, competing with me at everything; dance, school work, grades, you name it. He still had the same smirk, his well structured body looked more appealing. Obviously he had been working out, his dark hair and grey eyes just made it all complete with his pink lips and pale skin, that just seemed to glow, his shoulders were broad, firm. The past year had obviously been good to him.

Wow. I thought. he has changed...alot.

I met his gaze and he also seemed to be scanning me, he arched and eyebrow and had this smirk on his face, "I have to admit Penny, you are way hotter than the last time we last saw each other. For one thing, you have larger boobs and hips"

I wanted to smack him, but I knew what he was doing, he was trying ro get under my skin, I couldnt think of any response except"Wow, he flirts" I put on a cocky smiled of my own, then he chuckled.

"That is so cute, you actually think I am flirting with you, its called a compliment Penny, you of all people should know that even if the sky was falling, and flirting with you would save mankind... I would rather die than flirt with you" his hands found their way to his pockets.

"Aaannnd he's back!!"I smiled, and he chuckled lightly, then his eyes fell back on me and strangely they seemed to linger for too long.

I felt relieved when he averted his gaze away from me and to the locker behind me, he raked his fingers through his hair. "So why were you trying to mug my locker?"

"Your locker? This is my locker, the secretary asked me to come to this locker...she even gave me a paper" I defended handing over the now crumpled piece of pink paper. He let out a throaty laugh which confused me.

"Silly, silly Penny, this says 16, and not 91, you read it wrong...your locker is upstairs and we better hurry, we have a few minutes till first period" he started walking away, but I quickened my pace and caught up with him, clutching my bag which was slung over my right shoulder. " You are taking English right?"

"Uhhh....yeah, yeah I am" I said taking a quick look at the other side of the paper.

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"So you never told me how you got here" Marc started as we walked out of the school building, it had been a stressful day, and as usual all the teachers seemed to notice me, why won't they notice such a bright and intelligent student? Plus if they didn't my mum would be disappointed, long story.

"Well my parents got a job over here, so we had to move" , he nodded, understanding the situation. We got into the black and yellow bus, it was half filled, and Marc led me to a set of two seats almost at the back. I took the window seat and he sat beside me, naturally I would expect him to go sit with his friends piled up at the back, about four boys and two girls snickered from behind, they all gave me sneering looks, but I didn't care, I knew their type. The old, faded seats, smellnof rotten food, the childish writings, and silly drawings, the biscuit wrappings everywhere, and the bubblegum stuck under some of these seats proved that no high school is that different from another, atleast the students are not.

Marc had told me he had a new girlfriend, Thelma. She seemed nice from the way he talked about her, she was not in school because of some family drama according to him.

"Hi " a girl approached me, she had red hair, was light skinned,had green eyes and strong features, she wore a red floral dress and tied her hair in a pony tail." I'm Kaitlyn, but my friends call me Kay"

"Hi, Im Penelope, some people call me Penny" I smiled back at her, she seemed harmless

"I umm... noticed you are new here, anyways I just wanted to returned your biology text book, you kinda left it in class...so...here" she handed the giant sized green and yellow textbook with the word 'BIOLOGY' printed on it to me.

"Umm, thanks" I laughed nervously, I finally meet someone and the first impression she has of me is a careless, forgetful person "careless me...."

why did I say that?? I smacked myself mentally.

"That's my sister over there, Holly and a friend of ours Mira....you can come hang out with us if you like..." she said pointing at two sets of seats behind us, the first one was occupied by a girl that looked similar to her but alittle more matured, I assumed that was her sister, and the other girl was blonde, she had this knowing look, not really expected of a blondie.she also had simple features, pale skin, pink lips, and blue eyes. They both waved at me and I waved back.

"So I will see you around then? " she started to saunter off before I could give my response.

"Yeah sure..." I said meekly, barely whispered. Marc chuckled. "What?" I asked.

"Oh nothing, nothing..."

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