Drift

Chapter 6

After about a week of being in the school, apparently people had gotten used to my 'exotic' accent, and decided that apart from that I wasn't interesting enough to keep their attention.

Whichevereeeeeeeeeee was totally fine with me.

And I think it was on the third day when I realised that school was still school whether in London or Arizona.

And my definition of school definitely wasn't a good description.

In other words: it still sucked.

"Do you not like anything about your school? Anything??"

I rolled my eyes on the morning of the first day of my second week at Clover High.

We were in the kitchen having breakfast, my big brother having already left the house.

"Mum. I think I'd hate school anywhere. The only reason I'm still here is because I know it will benefit me in the future. Otherwise I'd probably spend all my time in the woods."

My mum rolled her eyes but ruffled my straightened hair and smiled. She was a vision of beauty.

"Remind me to go with you to the woods one of these days. You can introduce me to your squirrel friends." She winked, taking a bite out of a piece of buttery toast.

I just flicked sugar at her in response.

My parents were the kind that most kids wish for and that I was sincerely grateful for. What I wasn't grateful for, however, was my fathers transfer which meant I had to move to this place.

"Anyone giving you a hard time?? If so I know 32 ways to knock out a pest." My father walked into the kitchen, right on cue having overheard our conversation. He kissed my mother on the lips (which didn't fail to make me gag) then me on the forehead.

"Of course, 31 of them include a baseball bat to the head." My mother chuckled, about to make him coffee. "But I'm pretty sure all you need to do is aim for the crotch."

My father gasped indignantly. "Wife! Do not be so sexist! Girls are just as capable of bothering her as boys are."

My mother turned to my father. "Husband! I'm pretty sure a kick to the crotch would hurt for a female aswell." She paused, then whispered. "But maybe not as much, due to the extra-"

"OKAY. It seems that it is time for me to go to school." I said, avoiding another talk about "bits down there" from my mum and quickly finishing my toast.

The less time I spent with my parents sniggering at bad jokes, the better.

"Have a nice day honey!!" My mother called as I left the house.

"Remember your mothers advice. Kick em in the crotch!" My father felt the need to shout wholeheartedly.

Incidentally, before that day I'd never been happier that our house was isolated. It meant no-one could hear the stupid radiating out of the house.

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"You have had a week to adjust to school life and subjects and teachers and the school. Now it's time to update you on the social happenings of Clover High."

Alex slapped the fry (she'd laughed when I called them chips) out of my hand.

"Sierra! Are you even listening to me?? This lesson is more important than every class you've had this week combined!"

I sighed and looked at her, knowing that I wouldn't be able to finish my food if I didn't.

"Okay." She said. "Social hierarchy: look at that table. The one right in the middle of the cafeteria." She pointed to a table behind me.