Another new school means another new identity. I've done acts like girly-girl, goth, tomboy, child-ish, geeky, beautiful tragedy... Things like that. I was unsure of my next identity to portray. Maybe hostile. No. Maybe quiet. That could work.
"Kennedy! Come help us unload these boxes!" My mother called up to me. I walked downstairs to the car and grabbed my boxes. I pulled them back up to my room. I wondered if I should even bother unpacking them. We'll probably move in the next 2-3 months. My parents were business people. I'd never even asked what they did, because I didn't care. Sometimes I wondered if they even loved me...
I realized it was already six in the morning. I dragged myself through my empty room over to the bathroom. I took a quick shower, now is when the fun comes in. The only thing I unpacked last night was my clothing. I had tons of clothing. All different styles, like the personalities I play. I go with the trend setter, popular, I'm here-to-party-girl look. I pull out a pair of skinny jeans and a pink striped shirt with a white jacket. Then I pull on a pair of new boots. This was the look that I would probably always wear. If I were normal.
I check the clock; it was already six thirty! I still needed to eat and do my hair. I start with my hair. I quickly straighten it and then pull it up behind my head. It was a simple yet easy look. Perfect I thought. I run downstairs and grab a pop tart and shove it in my mouth when I see the bus rounding the corner. As I ran outside to catch it, I gulped the rest of the pop tart down.
Once I get inside the bus I pick a seat up near the front. I thought it was safe mostly because it was empty. After about two more stops, a girl sits down by me. At first I wondered if she was just being nice to the new girl, until I realized the bus was full. The girl has long blonde hair that curls down at the bottom and hangs below her back. She turns to me and says "Hi, my names Melanie. Are you new?" she asks me.
"Yeah, I moved her from Boston." I tell her.
"Cool, I've been here my whole life." she said.
"Must be nice." I say while I stare longingly into the seat ahead of me.
"Not really, all my life I've wanted to go somewhere different." she tells me.
I laugh, "Trust me, not when you've moved 15 times in one year." I assure her.
"Seriously," she says, "That's awesome!" I kept trying to tell her it's not that great, but she must seriously hate it here. By the time we reach the school, I'm telling her about our 5th move to Alaska. She got a kick out of that one. I gasp at the pristine building, unlike all of the trashy schools I've soon, this one was so nice. "Wow, bad timing to get here." she tells me.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because we've all just started high school. No one can tell you all about the school, because we only know what you know." she says. Well, I've never looked at it like that. I reassure her by saying that I'll only be here for about 3 months and she gets sad. "Really? I was starting to enjoy you to." she tells me. I guess I did really want a friend. And I had to admit, she was growing on me too.
"Sorry. Do you wanna hang out tonight. I really don't want to be home with my parents." I say almost being rude to them.
"Oh yeah! We can go bowling!" she says excited. I've never gone bowling myself, but I did watch my grandma a while ago. We were living in the same town as her back then and she dragged me to go watch her bowl with her Senior Citizen Bowling League.
I nod, "Okay, that works. Call me tonight I say as I give her my phone number.
The rest of Greenland Prep weren't so enthusiastic about me joining they're school. Melanie and I only had 4 classes together too. So for first period, I was alone. I had gotten my locker found and opened, but I wasn't to sure where the geometry room was. Right when I was going to have to play the poor, lost, new kid card, on some nearby kids when I heard them talking. "I have math next." one girl groaned.
"I have geometry." the other girl said. After they're conversation, I decided to follow the girl who was going to geometry too. I hoped I didn't look weird following her...
Once she stops and enters an empty room, I hesitate. Then I see all the geometry posters up and considered that some people were just late. I enter the room and take a seat at the middle section. Then kids started pouring in. After all the seats were full, I found myself wedged in between a small, bony, brunette who kept elbowing me, and a tall, tan cute guy who kept good distance away. I liked him better. Right when I was losing my temper and was about to go ballistic on the chick who kept elbowing me, a tall, dark-skinned women enters the room. She introduces herself as our new teacher.
"Let me introduce to you a new student. I know it's only the first day of the year, but you've all known each other since middle school. Kennedy, would you like to introduce yourself." The teacher asks.
I stand up awkwardly. I hated this part. If you've ever been a new kid, you know the strange feeling. "I'm Kennedy Rodgers." I say. I see maybe two eyes on me. I don't think I'm real big news. I quickly sit back down. That was horrendous.
"Okay, thank you Miss Rodgers" she says, "Well my name of course is Ms. Sern." she says with a smile. She then rambles on about the history of the high school, than geometry. I try to listen, but I sometimes think I have an overactive imagination. I think about the book I'm reading. Then on what the rest of my day would be like. I didn't imagine good things.
Please comment and tell me if this is good or crap, or if I should keep writing...
