Never Back Down

Chapter 2

 As I pulled into my new house, well more like mansion it all hit me like a ten-pound boulder. I will have to start a new school, meet new people and go through the torture of girls trying to be my friend just because I have rich and famous parents. I walked into the house and found that we had all new furniture, nothing old, typical rich parents. I found another note on the fridge since that is the only way that my parents talk or communicate to me, it read:

Chantelle my picture perfect daughter, not, you really disappoint your father and I. Your room is on the third floor the second last door.

 

-Yours truly Mom

 

             What loving parents I have don’t you think? I followed the instructions and found a plain white door, a bare room, no paint on the walls, no furniture, no shelves, nothing. It looks like I will have to decorate my own room. It’s already 12:00 so I have no time to unpack and actually make my bed, so I just take my comforter out of its box and slept on the floor with it.

           I wake up to the sound of cars driving by and birds happily chirping. I clean myself up and get into my car to drive around buying stuff that I will need for my room. After getting everything that I need I drive back home and start on my room.

            I painted my walls blue and green, my favorite colors. The bathroom was already done so I just put my stuff in there. I set up my bed, put the comforter on it, put up my shelves and made my door fancier. Since my parents are never home I do not have to worry about what they are going to think about my room. By the time I finished it was around 11:00p.m and since I had my first day of school the next day I set my clock for 7:00 and went to bed.

              Beep, Beep, Beep the sound of my alarm rang in my ear. Getting up I do my usual morning routine and then hop into my Lamborghini and head to my new school ‘Claris High’. Pulling into the school parking lot I see the normal clique groups the popular group, popular wannabes, Goth, Emo’s, jocks, nerds, and just plain old people that do not fit in anywhere. Getting out of my car, which attracted about eighty percent of the student population on the schoolyard, I grabbed my backpack, fixed my dress and started walking to the main entrance of the huge brick building. As I walked down the hall I passed rows and rows of orange lockers and people standing next to them laughing and talking. I make it to the office and get my class schedule and locker combination from a very old woman, legit she looked like she was 110 years old. She was so old, her hair wasn’t even gray it was white, and had so many wrinkles on her face that you could not tell between the wrinkles and her natural skin. I think that she has never heard of moisturizer.

           Getting to my locker I put in the combination and put all my books into my locker. Looking at my schedule I see that I have chemistry and socials first, my least favorite classes. I walk around the hall looking for class 213 the chemistry room. Finally finding it I walk into find that the class has already started and since it has started already you can guess what that means, everyone was looking at me, the teacher, and the students. The teacher was not what I expected. I thought that from the secretary lady that the teachers would be older too but this teacher looked about 25 years old. He had light brown hair, green eyes and looked like he went to the gym every day.

“Hello you must be the new student Chantelle Green?” The teacher said

“Yes, that’s me.”

“My name is Mr. Jacobson, you can take a seat in any chair that is available.”

Looking around I find a desk open in the very back next to a window. Walking over to the desk I set my laptop and textbook down on the desk and sit in the chair waiting for all the eyes to stop following my every move.