I wake up to the sound of banging on my door.
"Liv! Wake up! You're already going to be late, and it's the first day of school!" warns my mom. I groan, and then feel anger bubbling inside of me.
"Shit, I slept in!" I say aloud, accidentally.
"Watch your language young lady." my mom growl at me.
I open my door to my red faced mom, and give a sweet smile.
"Good morning," I say in a singsong voice. My mom hums in response then gives me a kiss on the cheek.
"Your dad already went to work, and I'm going in a few minutes. Make sure everything is locked up when you leave for school, okay?" my mom tells me, her eyebrows raised.
I nod in response, and turn to the kitchen to make breakfast.
"I'm sorry you have to be the new kid in school again, but it's your dad and I's job." my mom apologizes.
Our family travels to a new country every two or three years, and now we are in Australia. It has been my dream to go to Australia ever since I was a baby, so I'm not complaining. Plus, I'm getting good at the new kid title.
"Don't apologize mom. I love Australia and we've only been here for two months. Sydney has a million things that you can do, and I'm sure the high school is just as good." I reassure her.
She nods with sad eyes, and announces that she is leaving. Once she leaves, I know I only have half an hour to get ready and leave. My morning routine only consists of getting dressed and eating, so I'm sure I can manage to get out of the house by 7:00.
I go to my room and look at the outfit I picked out last night. It consists of tight denim jeans which are high waisted, and a black crop top that covers my stomach thoroughly, thanks to the high waisted jeans. I let my brown, wavy hair down and hang down my back. It's getting too long for my liking, but that's because I'm used to short hair. In reality, it only comes down a little lower than shoulder length. I put on the tiniest bit of mascara, brush my teeth, and decide I'm ready to tackle the first day of school. I have to redo tenth grade, because of how the semesters are set up in Australia. I'm actually okay with that, because I slacked last year, and I want to use this year to redeem myself. I look outside and see a white van filled with kids my age.
I better get going, I tell myself. I walk to the door, take a deep breath in, and walk outside. The lovely summer air surrounds me, and I am almost immediately at ease.
"Hello, I'm your bus driver Max. You'll be seeing a lot of me." says the man in the driver's seat, with a beautiful Australian accent. That's something I hope I'll pick up.
"Oh, hi. I'd imagine I would see a lot of you, seeing you're my bus driver. I'm Liv." I greet with a smile on my face.
"Liv? I heard your name was Olivia?" a girl from the front of the bus asks.
"Oh, yeah. Olivia is my full name, but I go by Liv." I answer taking that opportunity to sit next to her.
"Well, I'm Christina but I go by Chris, so I understand." she explains to me.
"Nice to meet you Chris. So, what is this high school like?" I ask her, genuinely curious.
Chris then goes on and on about how amazing the school is and the people in it. She tells me there's a lot of good looking guys, which I am looking forward to, but that most of them are jerks. She also tells me there's many bullies, but if you treat them nicely, they won't come after you. I've never experienced any type of bullying in any of my schools, because they were always small and everyone knew each other, so I'm not ready to be introduced to the concept. As Chris finishes her rant, the bus halts to a stop.
"We're here!" squeals Chris, and then she grabs my hand and pulls my off of the bus.
Once we're off the bus, Chris squeals once again when she sees a guy. He's tall, and has bronze skin. He has a bright white smile, and is very handsome. She runs up to him and kisses him passionately. I stand there awkwardly, trying to not look like the third wheel. Once they stop, Chris introduces me to him.
"Liv, this is Uriah, my boyfriend. Uriah, this is Liv, a new kid in our year!" she exclaims, seeming awfully excited for the first day of school.
"Welcome to Sydney mate! I'm sure you'll fit right into our high school." Uriah reassures me, a great big smile on his face.
"Thank you! I'm really excited to be here. This is such a big school!" I say, amazed by the big building in front of me,
"Yeah, it is. It's also got a whole lot of people! I reckon you'll make many friends." he tells me, then says he has to go get to class. I agree and then go fetch my schedule. I ask Chris where the guidance counselor's office is, and then step in. When I get in, there seems to be another student there. He's arguing with the counselor, and then looks at me angrily. He's got beautiful grey eyes, and a buff body shape. He's no macho man, but he's definitely in shape.
"Lose something over here?" he snaps at me with an angry Australian growl in his voice.
"Eric, stop it. I don't know how I can change your classes okay? Just deal with it." exasperates the woman he was arguing with. Eric marches towards the door and then slams it on his way out. I flinch a little, but shake it off.
"So, what can I do for you?" says the lady sweetly. I smile at her, and then explain.
"I heard that I should get my schedule here? I'm new and have no idea which classes I should go to."
"Ah, of course. What's your name darling?"
"Liv- I mean Olivia Bergot."
"Oh, here you are. Alright I'll print it out for you. I'm Laura by the way."
After what seemed like hours, Laura came back with a sheet of paper and a white face.
"Liv, what grade were you in in your last school?" she asks me in an anxious voice.
"T...Tenth." I answer nervously. Have I done something wrong? Why is she so nervous.
"Right. So because you did tenth grade already, I'm going to advance you to eleventh grade instead of redoing tenth." she tells me.
"What? No! I did terribly in tenth. I'd probably have to redo it anyway!" I yell, trying my hardest to keep my voice down.
"Terribly? No, you were the best in your grade. That's why I'm advancing you to eleventh grade." she explains to me, looking just as confused as I am.
"But my report card… It said I got all C's and D's." I start, but then remember my finals. I got all A's on them, so it doesn't make sense that I got C's and D's.
"Well, maybe they made a mistake. But that doesn't matter. You're in eleventh grade now." she states, then hands me my schedule. When I get out of class, I bump into someone hard. I look at them and realize it's Eric, the guy from the counselor's office.
"Watch it." he snarls. I narrow my eyes at him.
"Sorry." I mumble, then begin to walk off. He grabs my hand before I can.
"Just so you know, sophomores don't get to talk to juniors." he hisses at me.
"Well, just so you know, I'm a junior, so that stupid rule doesn't apply to me." I smartmouth him.
"Okay, fine. But the rule that losers don't talk to me still applies."
"Are you calling me a loser?" I tease.
"Yes, now get out of my way." he orders me. I don't listen though, and this time stand entirely in his path. This is beginning to get fun.
"You never said anything about a rule that I can't get in your way. And also, who says I don't break rules?" I say playfully to him. I can see his face getting redder, and he begins to back me up towards a wall. I gulp, my heart racing.
"You break my rules, and I'll break you." he threatens to me. I try to stand up higher against the wall.
"Didn't your mom ever teach you not to hit women?" After I say that, he puts his arms on both sides of my shoulders, leaning against the wall, trapping me.
"I don't have a mother." he states harshly, then pushes off the wall and walks away. I let go of a breath I didn't know I had been holding.
Great, my first day and I've already made something hate me. I think to myself.
A/N
So, who liked the story so far? If you did, review so I know you did. Review what you think is going to happen, and whether or not Liv will obey Eric's rules.