Chapter 7: Back to school

It has now been a couple weeks since I have been home.

Nothing exciting has happened except I revamped my new bedroom, started physical training to strengthen body again and I can walk without my legs turning to jelly now. No more wheel chair!

Oh yeah and I have been waking up screaming in the middle of the night with nightmares of different scenarios of that crazy murderous couple.

The first time it happened, Hayden bursted in my room with a gun thinking I was being attacked for real, I was really surprised at first, now that it has happened every day for two weeks, I am not shocked now. I just feel bad I an keeping him up.

Besides my lack of sleep, Grandpa feels like with my being healthier now I can go back to school.

Great.

So, here I am getting ready for my first day back at school, it's only been two months, but since I remember my past life, it feels like 5 years.

I remember in last time when I had come back to school after the coma, there were terrible rumors about why I was not at school like no one knew about me falling.

This time I won't allow them to continue, I will let everyone know that Serenity Hunter is not someone who can be easily stepped on or used.

Outfit first. I put on some distressed dark blue skinny Jean's, and a cute white lace babydoll tank top that ruffles on the strap. For shoes I pair it with my favorite ankle booties, they only have a small wedge heel since I am still weak and anything taller would tire me out faster.

I can't wait till I can do higher heels though, I am 5'0 feet tall and 105 lbs. I am just naturally petite, and I hate my size. My grandpa adores it since he says my mom was the same way.

From the pictures I have seen, I feel like the only thing I inherited from my father is his eyes, but I like my deep blue eyes that make me feel like he is with me when I look in the mirror.

Other than my eyes, I am the spitting image of my mom, which I love too, but could I not have gotten my height from my dad which my brother obviously got.

My brother looks just like my dad, but he has my moms light green eyes.

I am pretty pale since I was in a hospital for a month, but I tan pretty easily thankfully, I don't care for the pastey look at all. I am grateful that regardless I have nice skin.

My hair is waist length and tedious, but it's naturally wavy so I just leave it as it is and stick a big white lace bow on the back to pin my long bangs to keep them out of my face.

To finish the look I just did some light natural make up, not into the cake face look either. Just saying, whoever said it was cute must have been high on whatever popular drug there is these days.

I just grab my olive green cardigan since I get cold ridiculously easy and put it on and then pick up my new Louis Vuitton backpack that grandpa bought me for doing well with training and throw my matching wallet, sunnies, and the essential school stuff in it before heading to the kitchen for breakfast.

When I get to the kitchen and see what is there, I freak out excitedly and hug our chef who has been cooking for us since I was born.

He made my favorite strawberry pancakes and scrambled eggs with chili lime hot sauce. I love the pancakes but I am not an egg person.

My trainer told them I needed more protein in my diet to strengthen my muscles so I am forced, but I found that I can do eggs if it has hot sauce!

I eat up, then run to brush my teeth before saying goodbye to grandpa and brother.

Just to walk out of the house I had to promise to allow 4 hidden shadows to guard me and keep my phone turned on and wear my gold angel wing necklace that has my name on it.

If they think I didn't know about the emergency GPS installed it, they are stupid, but I still love them so I comply with all their conditions since I knew they just want to protect me.

I walk out to meet edgar, my driver and climb into the backseat of the blacked out esclade.

I buckle up and shortly after, we descend to school.

After a 30 minute drive because of stupid people who don't know how to merge causing traffic, I arrive at the school gates.

I wasn't feeling any kind of way before, but actually seeing the school is making my nervous.

'Come on Serenity, buck up, you are a bad ass bitch, well you can be anyways, but that isn't the point. You got this, so get your ass out of this car and stride in there, show them the new and improved you.' I think, giving myself a pep talk.

Surprisingly, it helped.

As I open the door to get out, edgar says, "Have a good day young miss!"

I smile gently and thank him and then take a deep breath before strutting through the school gates.

After walking inside the school, I chose to ignore all the annoying whispers and murmurs come from insignificant people pointing their fingers at me and just continue to my class room.

After reaching my classroom, I was just about to enter when I am blocked at the entrance by some girl whose face seems to be familiar, but I just can't put a name to her face, which by the way has way to much make up. Seriously looks like she stuck it in a bowl of rainbow frosting.

Not that I am judging, well, maybe I am, but can you really blame me when she looks like she is going for an audition for a clown movie.

"Look who finally decided to stop playing around with old men in hotels and come to school." cake face says smirking while two bobble head robot followers of hers laugh as if she just told the best joke of the century.

Unfortunately, I just couldn't help but look at these idiot's like they are, well, idiots.

"Do I know you?" I ask.

"Very funny, who doesn't know me." she says with an annoyed look.

"Well, I am not aware of who you are, but I wouldn't be surprised if you are famous for being in a clown movie or acting as a road block." I say a little annoyed.

"What are you talking about?" she says dumbfounded.

"I know it can't be easy to comprehend english so I guess I can be kind enough to spell it out for you: you look like a clown and you are standing in my way." I say annoyed at having to talk so much.

She scoffs at me, "Serenity, you are just some whore who pleases old men to get your fancy clothes and accessories. Who are you to talk? I wonder what you had to do for that LV backpack." she says loudly with a smirk.

"You really are brain dead. I can't even waste any more words on you. Before you continue whatever this is, go look up Serenity Hunter on google." I deadpan and then push past her and sit down at an empty desk by a window in the back of the class.

That was so exhausting and the bell hasn't even rung yet.

Lord help me.