After finally begging her father to allow her to attend public school, Varena Claire didn't think he was talking about their rival school. Varena's father is the principal of Fallon High and the fact that the rival school, Cresent High, was succeedi...
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Metanoia: The journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or the way of life.
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I kept looking at my outfit, looking for excuses to change it. Sure, it was only ripped jeans that were high waisted and an off-shoulder yellow top with my Nike white shoes but I was going to be in a new habit, a new atmosphere or surroundings. New faces, new experiences and I'm going to be by myself. Without my father or boyfriend.
I was scared, nervous, hesitant.
Just breathe Varena, you'll be alright. Along with my side of the deal with my father is that I get to go out after school but I must tell my parents where and with whom I'm going with. Obviously, that wasn't enough for them and they had to give me a curfew as well. But most of the time after school I'll be with Hale. This is going to be worth it.
Hale isn't upset, my father is excited and my mother is happy. I should be like them.
Deciding that I've had enough, I push all the extra things into my black school bag before strapping it on both if my shoulders and walking downstairs. "Good morning," I tell both of my parents as I grabbed my paper bag with breakfast and lunch. "Enjoy today alright? If anything goes wrong call me," my dad eyed me sternly and I nod once. "Don't let anyone control my baby girl okay? Remember who is your momma," my mother winks, and I remember her stories of her being the badass bitch in her highschool.
"Right, bye guys!" I shouted before walking out the garage door. The red Audi stared back at me. I don't even know what kind it was but it was sweet as well. It was the vehicle my father cherished so he never used. I guess it was meant to be mine then?
Using the GPS system I arrived at school. I made sure I parked perfectly between the gate exit and the entrance of the school so I wouldn't have to walk far. Before coming out of my car I stared at the students as they laughed with their friends as they entered through the doors.
As expected I was nervous as hell. My heart was constantly beating rapidly when I thought about my father and the spy game I was supposed to play for him.
Now or never, Varena.
I took a deep breath as I grabbed my bag before locking my car with the alarm and shoving the keys into my pocket. The remaining students eyed me weirdly. I was definitely a new face for them. This is it, Rena. The second you enter through these doors you are no longer a Claire. You'll be Verena Eliz. It had a nice ring to it, I had to admit.
This school definitely loves to stare. Everyone's eyes were on me everywhere I walked. They were intimidating and I felt self-conscious. The thought of if I was too ugly for them came in my head. Then I remembered who I was and who my mother was. She was a beautiful person even with her age and everyone told me I looked beautiful as her when she was younger.
Shaking my head, I got rid of the negative thoughts before walking into the principal's office.
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"Miss Eliz, you have a perfect record I must say, you will fit in just right in this school," the principal smiled to me. I can't believe this was the guy that my dad hated so much. He was just an average guy. He was leaning into his older ages but kept himself looking clean and professional. "Thank you, I was wondering about the cheerleading activities in this school," I bravely mentioned. His eyes glint with amusement as he stared at me. The man shifted a bit before handing me a palm fleet from his drawer.
"I hope you want to join because tryouts are after school today, actually. That is everything you need to know like the competitions, extra credit, practice, and things about the uniform," he explained as I brushed my eyes through the neatly folded paper filled with pictures and information. "Tryouts are in the field, you can find out about that in the school map," he added. I tore my eyes away from the paper and looked at my new principal. "Thank you, so much," I smiled widely before organizing back my things into my bag and slipping my arms through the straps and standing up. "Anytime you have trouble don't be afraid to talk to a teacher alright? We have a close bond with our students so don't feel embarrassed," He reminds me just as I was about to leave. "I will," I promised and smiled kindly before leaving the office.
Well, that went better than expected.
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My heart was beating out of my chest as I walked to my water bottle. I was just gazing around my surroundings, not used to this many people around me. My eyes landed on the tall guy walking to Jessie, the head cheerleader with a smug smile on his face. He was wearing athletic gear so he was probably on the football team. They are the only people left here besides the cheerleaders.
I didn't realize I was staring but I was. Of course, she would go for a guy like him.
He was hot.
His muscular arms were securely wrapped around her small waist. With his eyes closed, I admired how beautifully long and curled his eyelashes naturally was. His dark brown hair was probably considered his best feature beside his muscular body. His thick dark brown waves mopped over his head. I wondered how would they feel between my fingers. As they pull away, his hand loosened around her waist, they stare at each other for a bit before he looked away. As if he felt my stare, he looked in my direction. His lips were glossy and pink. I noticed how thick his eyebrows were and I'm sure every thin eyebrowed girl would be jealous. His jawline was noticeably sharp and well outlined.
Even though he noticed me staring, I continued to look back, not intimidated by him. I watched as his lips tugged up into a smirk, "Jealous?" He asked as his eyebrow arrowed up. "Nothing to be jealous about," I replied in return.
The head cheerleader, Jessie, turned around to see who her boyfriend was speaking to. She kindly smiled in my direction before hooking her hand around the guy's neck and forcing him to look at her instead.
Okay, that's enough, I tell myself before picking up my gym bag and walking into the locker room.
