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i added and changed ALOT on this chapter hope u like it!
chapter 3
“What powers?” I asked myself after I awoke. It had to mean something. Do I really have powers? I thought to myself.
If its true, if I really do have the powers and the role of a goddess then that means my parents have been lying to me all this time? I wondered. What else could they be keeping from me?
I hardly got another wink of sleep that night, despite the strong need of some descent rest. I had a stressful day ahead of me and when the morning came, I dreaded it.
I woke around 6:30 and hopped in a quick shower. The hot water felt so good on my tense muscles that I felt a lot better when I got out. I quickly threw on my uniform and pulled my shoulder length brunette hair back with a few bobby pins. Then I looked at my reflection in the mirror hanging on the back of my closet door. I forced a smile half-heartedly. I decided I was going to try my best to look like I was enjoying myself. Though the chances of that happening was outrageously low.
After about a half hour I smelled breakfast cooking downstairs in the kitchen. It was an old tradition to make chocolate chip pancakes on the first day of school.
“Mmmmm. That smells delicious!” I said as I approached the kitchen table. I sat down and my mom placed a stack of pancakes in front of me. And handed me an empty plate. I piled two on my plate and served Bria, who was sitting in her booster chair next to me. My mom sat down across from me and placed her plate on the table along with maple syrup. My dad had already left for work earlier that morning.
“So,” my mom said as she sat down. “Are you excited to go back to school?”
“Sure.” I muttered. I could tell she wasn’t too crazy about my one word answer.
“Well that’s good.” she said with a disappointed look on her face. I guess she could tell that I wasn’t too excited about having a conversation with her.
I glanced at the clock. I knew we would have to leave or I would be in serous trouble for being tardy. I didn’t want to get that reputation. “We got to go or I’ll be late!” I nagged my mom.
“Alright.” She said. She grabbed her suede coat, and grabbed her keys as she slipped after me out the door. I held my lime green messenger bag close as I walked down the icy driveway.
I got in the car and listened closely as the engine turned over when my mother turned the key in the ignition. I had always been a tomboy. You know, one of those skater girls who fix cars as a part time job. Yup, that was me.
Back at home, in New York, I worked at an old garage down the street from our house. It was the first job that I ever had. My dad was best friends with my boss so when it was time for me to start working, I had the job waiting for me. One of the guys I worked with, my bosses son, always hung out with me at school and at the skate park. We were best buds but ever since I was young, I had a crush on him. Of course, he never knew it, and I didn’t plan on telling him.
I stared out the window the whole ride. I spent the time wondering and worrying about the day that was to come. I wanted to jump out the window and run all the way home. I wanted to hide under the blankets and never come out. At least there I would have no embarrassing moments, no schoolwork to do. I knew I had to face my fears-How would I ever get through life if I didn’t?
My thoughts drifted again to the dream I had had the night before. I thought of the boy in my dream. He was so wonderfully handsome. I remembered his pale face, how it looked so delicate in the blue light of the moon. His brunette hair had had touches of gold in it. The best thing I could remember about that dream was that I felt like I knew him somehow. His golden eyes looked so familiar even though I had never seen any as beautiful as his. I always wonder what it would feel like to get romantically swept off my feet by my prince charming. I felt butterflies in my stomach whenever I thought of him and I couldn’t help but smile when I remember his voice.
I had never been in a serious relationship before. You know, I had a typical crush every once in a while, but nothing where I felt a true connection. At my old school back home, there were so many kids that I didn’t have a chance of being thought of as one of the “cute” girls. My freckles and clumsiness just made it less likely that I would ever get a date. Besides, my parents weren’t going to let me date until I was thirty. I was sure about that. I was basically putting my love life off until I was older so my parents wouldn’t bother me about it. That plan was going pretty well so far.
I still couldn’t believe what I had heard the night before. The big news was still sinking in. of course, my parents didn’t know that I had over heard them. Or did they? I was wondering if it was just a really early April fool’s prank, but that would be too low of a prank to be funny. My mother always dissuaded me from playing mean pranks so I didn’t think that was the case. I chuckled at the thought of how I would react when they would tell me it was all a joke. It made me feel a little better.
I was pulled from my daydreams by the sudden jolt of the car coming to a stop. I got out after my mother and walked up the concrete steps of Middlebrook High school, into the chilly wind. "Cold!" I whispered to myself. The wind sent a chill down my back. Maybe it was the wind that made me shiver, or maybe I was just nervous. I rushed into the school, pulling my hat and gloves off as I entered the hallway. I stepped aside afraid of what would be there, just around the corner. My mom’s face had a look that said come on, what are you afraid of? She walked in front of me and led the way to the main office.
We opened the big mahogany door and walked into a corridor off of the main office. I couldn’t get over how big the school was already. My old school was big, but this had to be five times the size with twice as many people! I hoped I would be able to find my way around without getting lost.
I felt like a four-year-old hiding behind my mom on the first day of preschool. I had to get over my fears, so I stepped beside my mother and prepared for the worst.
“Uh…” I said clearing my throat. I could hardly see over the tall wooden desk. “I’m um…Lesley Kirtston. I-“
My mother cut me off at the perfect time. I thought at first that being strong and not making my mom do all the talking would be a piece of cake; it wasn’t. My throat was dry and there were very excited butterflies in my stomach. I couldn’t help my nervousness and anxiousness…or if I could, I didn’t know how.
“Um, my daughter is the new student. I enrolled her last Tuesday…” Mom said hoping the woman behind the desk would remember the phone call they had had previously that week.
The lady looked over her glasses at me. I thought that was sort of rude, but I kept my mouth shut. She wore a suit jacket in a paisley print and a white tank top underneath. Her long, bony fingers were folded on a stack of paper work. She was leaning forward, staring down at me. Her stare freaked me out, so after a few minutes, I avoided any possible eye contact.
“You’re late.” She said. The two words melted from her mouth as clearly pronounced them. She didn’t seem happy with it either. Then she turned all of her attention to my mother. “You will have to sign and fill out these papers. These are all the health papers, include any allergies, doctors, blood type, and these are the contact information forms that you must fill out.” As she said this, I developed an extreme fear of her. She had a bad attitude, one that showed that she was not the type of person that I wanted to mess with.
“Oh, yes, of course.” My mother said, taking the papers that were held out to her. She looked around for a place to sit down. Then she spotted bench not to far away from the secretary’s desk.
I went to sit beside her but then I heard, “ I have your tardy slip.” The secretary held out a pink slip. I walked toward the desk once again. I took the slip from her cold, bony fingers, and went over to sit down. I hurried because my knees were weak. I didn’t think they would hold up much longer.
I sat down and studied the slip under the light. The woman’s handwriting was perfect, the Ts all crossed and all the letters the same distance apart. I wished for a few moments that I could reach that level of perfection. In the lower right hand corner read:
Middlebrook Middle boarding school
Mr. Kirston- principle
Mrs. Reye-assistant principle
That was my dad. I couldn’t get the fact stuck in my head. Having a father at school with me every day was something I just wasn’t used to. Don’t get me wrong; I didn’t really mind it. I just had to get used to the idea.
Then I thought about the assistant principle. Mrs. Reye, I thought. Yes that was her name. I wondered what she would be like. Would she be old and mean or even young and laid back?
When my mom had finally finished all the paperwork, I followed her up to the desk. Once again, I watched the old lady closely. I felt like she would attack at any moment. She took the paper clip off of the packet and began to file them in the filing cabinet next to her desk.
“Thank you.” My mother said. “Will there be anything else?”
“Oh,” the woman said as she looked up. For the first time since I had met her, I saw a small smile on her face. I wasn’t sure if it was really a happy smile. It was more one of those sly smiles that people have when they get an idea. “Only one more thing.” She said. “Your schedule. Oh and I’ll have to find you a room.” She handed me a sheet of paper then looked through her files until she found my room assignment sheet. “Room 209. Go down the hall, take a left and you’ll find it to your right.” She said, showing her false teeth.
“Alright” Was all I could force myself to say.
I walked away from the desk feeling more lonely than ever. I said goodbye to my mom at the front door. She hugged me tight and my heart sank when she pulled away.
“Bye” I said trying to smile.
She walked out the door.
Room 209, room 209, room 209 the words kept repeating in my head. I walked down the hall, observing every little detail there was. I pulled my faded pink suitcase behind me.
I fidgeted with my scratchy white blouse. I hated my uniform already. I hope I don’t have to wear this thing all the time I thought to myself. I stretched my skirt down to my knees and clumsily pulled my knee socks up as far as they would go.
I turned to my right as Mrs. Johnson had directed. There was my room, the room that I would be living in for what felt like the rest of my life. But in reality, it was only going to be my home for the rest of the year.
I stepped into the small room. It had two sets of bunk beds, and each person had a section under the bed to keep their suitcase. I could clearly see which bed was mine; there was only one bed that wasn’t totally made up in old linins and a down quilt. It was totally bare, right down to the mattress.
I sighed and slid my suitcase on the bed. Glancing at the watch on my wrist, I realized that I was going to be very late for class. I quickly decided to unpack in a free period and headed out the door carrying only my messenger bag.
 brown_eyed_girl96 · Fri Feb 20, 2009 @ 04:56pm · 0 Comments |
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