2 Chapter 2 (1/2)
Morning had come too soon, and Skylar managed to dress up and meet her mom downstairs on time. ”Did you have breakfast?” as her mom asked.
”No, I am not feeling hungry” as she brushed off the thought of eating. She felt butterflies in her stomach and not the good kind. There were the ones that made you want to vomit.
She smiled empathetically at her. ”I know you must be feeling nervous Sky but today will pass and you will make new friends.”
”I suppose.”
When they pull up at the side of the school. Skylar climbs out the car and takes a deep breath in. She looked down at her uniform and she hoped it fitted her well.
”Bye Sky. You can do this” as she cheers me on.
”Thanks mom.”
”You know your way back home, right? ”
”Yes, I do.”
She walks towards the entrance of the school. The gates seem like the gates from hell. There are huge words written on them. Welcome to Lincoln High School.
No one seemed to look at her. There was a sound and she assumed it was the bell because everyone was rushing to the class.
Skylar finally found the front office and sighed in relief. She thought she would have to look for the bloody office the whole day.
She went up to it and saw a lady seating there. ”Excuse me” as she interrupted her.
”Morning. How may I help you” as she replied?
”My name is Skylar Gray and I am new. I am here to fetch my timetable.”
”Just a minute” as she began typing in her computer. The printer started to work, and she took the paper from it.
”Here you go. You know how to get to your classroom.”
”Yes” as she lied.
Skylar walked down the hallway and found herself walking in circles. When would she get to history class at this rate.
What feels like years of searching she finally finds the classroom and she is hesitant to enter. She knocks tentatively on the door. ”Come in” a male voice sound.
She walks in and she sees a bunch of curious eyes looking at her.
”Sorry I'm late Sir.”
He smiles at her ”You must be the new girl.”
”Yes. My name is Skylar Gray.”
”It's nice to meet you Skylar. You may take a seat.”
She nods, and she goes and sits down at an empty desk. She can feel the other students eyes on her, but she doesn't pay mind.
She takes out her textbook and turns to the page that the teacher is reading at. She didn't want to slack behind because grades meant everything to her. She had a competitive side. She had to get the perfect grades.
She was already at an advantage because she was in senior year at the age of sixteen. She had skipped a couple of grades because she was smart.
She rummaged through her bag until she found her notebook and then she started jotting down notes. Trying to not miss even a word the teacher said.
The bell rings and she start to pack her bag. A shadow falls in front of her and she looks up.