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Chapter Two.
I woke up with the covers pulled over my head. An old childhood habit of mine. I flung them off and breathed in the fresh air. My feet touched the cold marble floor. I heard Barbara screeching at me to get up. I opened my closet to grab a black T-shirt, a dark red hoodie, and a dark pair of jeans. I took a final look around my room. My bed was against the back wall, there was a fire place and a couch against the other wall, my dresser and bathroom door was on the other. The wall oppisite of my bed had my door. My big room was eerily empty. The fireplace crackled, wait... It crackled? there was no fire in the fireplace when I went to bed... My hands started to itch, like it always did around fire. I grabbed my back pack and ran downstairs.
Barbara, in her pink leopard pajamas, singing "I feel like a woman" by Shania Twain, had a plate of bacon and eggs for me. The one thing that she insisted on was cooking. She refused to let a cook make all the food. I scarfed them down as Barbara got Frank, our driver, to drive me to school.
"You excited about your first day of school?" Said the gruff voice of Frank. Franks a chubby old man with a big grey mustache.
"Excited? Sure."
"I'll go start the car."
"I'll be out in a minute."
With that I grabbed the lunch Barbara made, pulled on my Converse sneakers, and made a mad dash for the car.
I jumped in and let the warmth of the car seep into my bones.
It was cold today, and it looked like it was going to rain. Which wasn't unusual.
And so, Frank drove me to school. I looked up at the school building, a knot forming in my gut. I smiled nervously at Frank and jumped out of the car into the cold. I made my way across the driveway slowly hoping that something miraculous would happen so I wouldn't have to go. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. I opened the double doors of the school. And of course, there was Vivian, surrounded by her little entourage of look-a-likes. She looked like a miniture version of Barbara, except nastier. She was wearing a pink mini-skirt (Which I find completely ridiculous in this cold weather) and a puffy hot pink coat, which I must say, looked quite like a marshmallow. She had pink ribbons in her blonde curls and HUGE heels. I don't know how anyone could walk with those.
"Jasmine! There you are." She smiled but, again, her evil icy glare was fixed on me. Why was she greeting me? I thought she hated me. Wait, why does she even hate me in the first place? What'd I do? Ugh. I don't understand human beings.
"Um... Yeah, here I am...?"
"Hows Barbara?"
Ohhhh so this is how it is. She hates/loves me because I was adopted by Barbara. She hates me because I have Barbara, an insanely rich person, as a foster parent. And shes being nice to me because I'm the foster child of a insanely rich person! Again, humans confuse me.
"She's fine, why do you ask?"
"Oh, you know. Just wondering how shes doing with having such an ugly foster child." Her entourage all giggled.
Well, looks like she doesn't hate/love me. Just hate.
I remained silent and walked away, fuming. According to Barbara my first class was History with Mr. Jones in room 11. And so, here I was. Standing in front of the door to my first class. My whole being wanted to turn and flee, but I forced myself to enter the room.
The once busy and loud classroom was quiet and still once I opened the door.
Mr. Jones, a man with salt and pepper hair, a receding hair line, and light green eyes, finally greeted me.
