4 Chapter 3- Another First Day
As I parked outside the school the only thing going through my mind was the promise to try and do something different.
Let's make this different.
As I stepped closer to the school heads start turning my way. Whispers could easily be heard. Very clearly
'Looks like there is someone new in town.'
'Is this the new kid?'
'Thank god she is here.'
'Oh, its lovely to have someone new.'
The first two made sense even the last one did figuring out that these people rarely had an outsider. But the 'Thank god she is here' was very confusing. Maybe they are thanking God that there is some new to talk to. Maybe...
As I entered the school building the first thing that caught my eye was a big metal board hanging from the ceiling. The board was red with ASHER HIGH written with blue in cursive. But what caught my eye was the silver-grey wolf on the board that seemed quite realistic, it seemed like it was going to pop out of the board.
Shaking my head I decide to find the main office of the school. Which was easy to find since there was a blue board pointing in the right direction.
Once I entered the office. A beautiful lady with a kind smile turns her chair my way. I like her already.
"You must be Jasmine Fengári." , the lady says more of a statement than a question. I still nod my head to confirm.
"Okay, my name is Ms. Canis. Your father Mr. Fengári, I believe called earlier this week to inform that you may be joining our school. we have all the required information regarding your previous school entries and grades. Which I must say are quite impressive, nothing below a 92% and a 96% average." Ms. Canis continues.
A proud smile makes its way to my face. my goal has always been a hundred. But my average last year in grade ten was 96%. So, I am all good.
"Since you are starting your grade 11 at Asher High you must be 16.", she says. I nod again to confirm.
Ms. Canis then turns to her computer, types something is and the next thing I hear is the printer printing sheets of paper.
Ms. Canis turns to and hands me a sheet of paper with my schedule and the locker number and password. She signs a sheet of paper for me and hands me the paper. The next thing I see shocked the heck out of my system.
A signature of Jenna Canis right on top of principle.
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Hmmmm. Math, English, Ancient history, and French. Not bad.
First stop, the new locker.
A tip to being new to school; come at least 30 minutes before the school starts. it gives you enough time to figure out your schedule and your classes and the nearest restroom and your locker and of course the locker combination.
You may be wondering why I am telling you this? Because I have been standing in front of my locker trying to figure out the lock combination for the last 20 minutes. No matter which way I go I just can't get it open.
People have now started flooding in. I can feel many eyes boring into my back. Okay now, this is getting embarrassing.
Suddenly someone taps on my shoulder. I turn to meet with the most gorgeous golden eyes I have ever seen. The only golden eyes i have ever seen. Something was hidden in the depth of those eyes. Something that pulls you right in.
Then my attention travels to the rest of him. Just like the eyes, their owner is gorgeous. Dark hair, thick tall build, chiselled features, such immortal beauty that could put even the angles to shame. But the beauty was enhanced by a sense of pride and authority that surrounded him and shone in his eyes. But there was something else in his eyes too. Something darker.
Suddenly the build of the man in front of me expanded indicating the intake of a large breath and his features contour visible lines of infuriate. His eyes burning in temper.
"That is my locker." say the boy breaking me out of my trance. His voice void of any emotion, unlike his eyes.
"Huh?" God that sounds dumb. even to me. I clear my throat and try again. " This is my locker. 119"
I shove the paper with schedule and locker information in the guy's face.
The boy's eyes narrow down on the paper. Suddenly his frown turns into a boyish smirk. his eyes find mine and the next breath gets stuck in my gut.
"Yes your locker number is 119 but you are trying to open my locker, 118," he says.
I pull my arm back to analyze my sheet then the locker. Oh, lords of the land of rainbows how can I be so stupid. The locker I have been trying to open for the last 30 minutes was not even my locker but the one beside it.
I look at the boy trying to smile politely, which turn to be a grimace.
I step aside after offering a polite sorry, to which he replies with a slight nod.
Then a try opening my locker. thankfully it opens up on the first try, and I add an extra shelf, a magnetic holder and a mirror for my convenience. After all of my stuff is put away, I run from there like my bum was on fire.
I look back to see the boy I had just met, only to find him looking back at me. My ears start to burn from embarrassment.
Well, another first day but a very different one.
