Hi! This is my first story so please accept my lameness ; Also, please R&R!
Chapter 1
Serena walked aimlessly across the corridor. There was chattering everywhere, but she felt silent at the loneliness in her heart. It wasn't like she hasn't always been like the tragic lost of her parents. But unlike other days, today was the fifth anniversary of her parents' death. And even more heartbreaking, it was also her birthday. She walked spiritlessly into an empty classroom and stared into nothingness.
memory
It was the best day of her life. She was turning ten and her parents were taking her to the new funfair. They had the best times ever. And that is when it all happened. The ride has gotten…
She snapped back to reality. Sometimes she just wishes that she would stop drifting off into her memories. 'They are just memories,' she reminded herself, 'it has happened, let it past; let it past…' a tear rolled down her cheek and she swiftly rubbed it off with the back to her hand. Instead of crying her head off like most girls will do in this situation, she got out her notebook and began to write in it. She often wrote poems when she felt isolated and she had another one coming:
Memories
There will be times when your are alone,
Bored and miserable and you often moaned.
Memories came frequently,
To be with you,
To share the happiness,
To bring up the misery,
To remind the insults and critics,
And overall,
It will always accompany you.
You may have had rights and privileges taken,
But memories will always stay,
No matter how joyful, how heartbreaking, how irritated it is,
It is everlasting—
Memories
She finished writing just as the bell rang for first class. She scrambled her stuff and dumped them into her bag and ran off to class. The first lesson was French, it was a hard subject for most students, but Serena really liked it. And it was mostly because her mother Irene was really good at French too. But because of the circumstance today, she felt restless and couldn't concentrate. 'Qu est-ce qui c'est Serena?' asked the French teacher, Madame Bouchard, pointing to the blackboard. Serena wasn't listening but got back to concentration when Madame Bouchard screeched: 'Serena! Pay attention to my words and answer my question!' Serena smiled nervously at the teacher and answered: pardon Madame, c'est un tableau.' The teacher still wasn't satisfied at her 'careless' attitude and started lecturing her: 'honestly Serena, how are you supposed to do anything if you aren't concentrating. If you just be more attentive then you could be spared and I wouldn't have to talk so much.' The talk went on and everyone was glaring at Serena. Serena was annoyed too, but she doesn't show it. She never shows her feelings. She could look extremely bored, but really she was fascinated. But the look on her face is always neutral.
After French class, it was Music prac lessons. They were practising the recorders. The other students were playing the songs cheerfully, like a piece of real music. But hers was screeching, out-of-tone junk. She didn't feel like playing the recorder anyways. It was one the most boring lessons. She counted the minutes until recess. Time seems so slow when you are bored. Then it was finally recess.
Serena never ate much at recess. An apple and a popper good enough for her to keep her concentrated. She went to maths class early to start the extension work she asked from her maths teacher, Mr Perrin. As she walked past the hallway she bumped into a strange guy with black hair who knocked her over with her books. Many nearby people sniggered at her. One girl sneered: 'Great landing, klutz.' Serena fumed silently but said nothing. She began collect her books and the black haired guy kneeled down and helped her. 'I am truly sorry, I wasn't thinking straight.' He apologised 'It's ok.' Serena replied neutrally. She didn't look very upset but really, she felt angry with the guy. She didn't even look at his face when she stood up. He handed her the books and asked, 'may I know your name?' Serena snapped back a 'No!' and walked away. She felt very annoyed at that guy who knocked her and made her spilt her books. 'Darn idiot,' she swore under her breath as she entered the maths classrooms. She sat down and began on her work. A minute or two before the bell rang all the students arrived. Serena smiled a bit and was surprised for that action. She recalled the time Mr Perrin chucked a fit at the class because they were 5 minutes late. But this time Mr Perrin hasn't arrived in the first 10 minutes. At last, Serena saw, he was hurrying to get here, with a familiar figure after him.