Zoe's POV
Chapter One – Today's the Day.
Zoe sat in the classroom glaring at the clock on the wall opposite her, willing it to go faster. Rays of sunlight streaked through the windows, mocking the ten students currently undergoing an algebra test paper. It was a day to be spent relaxing, sunbathing, swimming or playing volleyball not stuck in school.
Zoe lowered her head onto her closed booklet and growled quietly. She had been in America only a few months and this was her fifth test in three weeks! Although it had all been explained to her, Zoe was still alien to the American way of schooling. In England she had been about to start year twelve and start her A Levels. However in America, she was now in a 'grade' but she had no idea which one.
Sighing, Zoe closed her eyes wearily. She missed her friends so much. Ever since the accident she had begun to rely on her friends for support, especially her 'best' friends and they had readily given it; Amy Johnson, Emma Collings and Leah Joyner. And now she was thousands of miles away from everything familiar and thrust into a mad house of McDonalds and Starbucks. Yes they still emailed and yes they were still close, but it wasn't the same. Not that she was complaining; Zoe adored Starbucks.
The shrieking bell startled the teen from her thoughts but she smiled despite herself at the loud groans around her. Michael Samson muttered "I only got to question four!" To which Zoe managed to stifle a giggle.
Mrs Fenn glared impatiently over the top of her ancient glasses. Not wanting to draw her wrath, Zoe hurried to the front desk, handed over her test sheet and scurried out as quickly as she could.
"Zoe!"
The teen looked up from her locker and grinned when she saw her new friend run over, trailed by four or five jocks. A few pounds over slim, showing off long platinum blonde hair and enough mascara on to re-sink the titanic Miranda had latched onto Zoe like a dog and a bone. They had both started the same day and although Zoe had no idea why, Miranda had decided they were 'best buddies'.
"Is today the day then?" Miranda squealed eagerly, clapping her hands like a demented five year old.
Inwardly eye rolling, Zoe couldn't help but smile broadly and nod happily.
Slamming her locker closed, Miranda linked arms with the brunette and practically frog marched her to the car park – parking lot corrected Zoe mentally.
Sitting innocently in the shade of a tree was a stunning Lamborghini Murcélago Successor, neon yellow that glinted proudly in the sun. It had been a birthday slash 'well done for getting your first C' present from Miranda's insanely rich Dad a few months ago. Miranda wasn't really bothered about the car itself only the constant attention it drew from the male half of the school.
Slipping into the passenger seat, Zoe couldn't help but sigh in awe. She had been getting a lift in Miranda's baby, also known as Sting, for a few weeks now but still loved being inside it. Considering the price of this car rivalled that of her previous home in England Zoe felt very… humbled.
Sting snarled into life but began purring very loudly when they left the school premises and Miranda sped up.
About twenty minutes a now slightly deaf Zoe hopped out of the car and turned when Miranda called her name.
"So, what kind of car are you going to get?" She asked, head poking out of the window.
Before an answer could even form in her rattled processor, Miranda smacked her hand to her forehead in annoyance.
"Please please please do not get a massive thing Zoe! I know what you are with trucks."
Zoe laughed and shrugged, throwing her friend a wink over her shoulder, leaving her chuckling fondly before zooming away.