Disclaimer: SM owns all of this. EVEN EMMETT! *cries*
First day of school.
Effin' first day. All those ugly bastards staring at you and fake sluts glaring at you. That's what always happens when I transfer schools. If my mom just wasn't the CEO of Swan Modeling Company, we would just stay in one place. Oh, wait, Phil. Mom's new husband. He's a major player in the baseball league, so we still have to move. Seriously, the only place safe to live at is at Charlie's. My dad's. He's the chief in a small town called Sporks. Or was that Spoons? Knives?
Oh I got it. Forks. Forks, Washington. Small town. Just around 1750 people in it. See?
Now, I'm moving there. I just jumped on the next plane flying here then, poof. I got here. I made my oh-so lovely assistant, Angelica to ship my whole wardrobe and car here. Don't have time to pack. So here I am in my dad's teeny tiny home. I just live in the spare room on the second floor. Small, ugly, but comfy. Not my type, but I definitely have to go away from stalkers and..
"Papa-paparazzi!" I sang out. I giggled and twirled. It was cloudy today, luckily, no rain. I wore a white dress shirt, black tights and black booties. I had my hair in a messy bun and applied very little make up. I ran down, kissed Charlie on the cheek (which surprised him) and raced to my Bugatti Veyron. I got in and drive quickly to school. Everyone was already there. Duh, it was just 5 minutes before bell. I quickly turned the engine off and got out. I closed the door and saw everyone was staring at me. Seriously, everyone. You could even hear a pin drop.
Right on cue, a pin dropped. Everyone's attention shifted to it. I took it as a chance to run. I jogged inside and chuckled. Oh, the irony. I checked in the office and saw a big, fat, redhead on the desk. Her nametag wrote, "Mrs. Cope."
"Hey, Mrs. Cope. I need my fucking schedule right now, better be quick. Chop chop!" I demanded. Seriously, she moves like a turtle. She looked at me for a while. I just raised my left eyebrow at her and tapped my wrist. She immediately got to work and gave me my schedule and a slip. I turned around and jogged out.
"Thanks!" I hollered. By then, everyone was inside. Everyone was staring at me, again. This got me to blow.
"WHAT?! Have a life, people!" I complained and went to my first class, which is English. I sat on one of the chairs on the back. The bell rung and the classroom got filled. Everyone went to their chairs and one kid, stood beside mine.
"Umm..you're kinda..uh..sitting on my chair." He stammered.
"Good luck. I don't care. Now SCRAM!" I said and he rushed off to find an open spot. I stood up and walked to the teacher. I slammed the paper on his desk. Mr. Gennad.
"Gennad, sign this paper. No introductions, unless you want to die. Clear?!" I shouted to him. Everyone got quiet. Mr. Gennad signed the paper and gingerly handed it to me. I took it forcefully and stomped back to my chair.
It took quite some time before he started the lesson. He started teaching about the books, yada yada. Whatever. I read most of what they would give.
This day officially sucks.