This is the second story I'm attempting to post, I deleted the first one because after about a year, no one read it. I don't really know how to start of this story because I'm not the best at writing, but at times an idea might pop into my head and I go with it. Please R&R, flames are welcome. So enough with the annoying author's note and let's get on to the story shall we?
My name is Kate, and my parents have just ruined my life. They've forced me to move from Moscow, Russia to Atlanta, Georgia. And why exactly did we move? Because my parents were bored of everyday life and wanted a change. I on the other hand loved my life. I had everything a sixteen year old could possibly want. I had amazing friends, good grades in school, and a loving boyfriend, but all of that is now gone because I have to start a whole new life in the U.S. To add insult to injury, my parents have just dropped another bomb on me, and only two words can be used to describe it. High School. What a joy, a day of being seen as the foreign Russian new girl and people asking me to say something in Russian. At least I don't have an accent.
The Next Day
My mom dropped me off at the school. At first she tried to walk me in, but then I gave her a look that clearly said that I don't need any more embarrassment today. She told me good luck and that she loved me and she left.
The first person I saw was a tall and skinny girl with long black hair, golden eyes, and extremely pale skin. She looked friendly enough, not to mention extremely beautiful, so I decided to ask her where the school office was.
"Um, hi, I'm new here could you tell me where the school office is?" I timidly asked her.
She smiled and welcomed me.
"Sure, follow me. I'm Sophia, where are you from?" We began slowly walking; I wonder why she isn't in class like everyone else?
"I just moved here from Russia, my name's Kate, and thanks for showing me the way." I quietly told her, wow American's seem really friendly, maybe this won't be as bad as I thought.
"Oh wow, Russia? Do you know how to speak Russian? Can you say something? You don't have an accent at all." Great. This is exactly what I was hoping to avoid.
"Да, я могу говорить на русском. I just said that yes I can speak Russian. I don't have an accent because I've been learning how to speak English, French, and Spanish since I was 4. My parents must have always planned to move." I sadly explained and I could see a sympathetic smile on Sophia's face.
"I take it you're not exactly glad to be here. I'm sorry, but I can show you around if you need any help, I have this period free anyway." I'm really beginning to like this girl, she seems truly kind and like she wants to help me.
We finally reached the office and I got my schedule. Interestingly enough I had a 5 out of 7 classes with Sophia. At least now I have a friend to help me around.
I headed to my first class, which just so happened to be French. This is going to be easy; after all I have been fluent in the language of love since I was 12. I walked in late since class had started about 15 minutes ago and earned a stern look from the teacher. I gave her the note saying that I was new and she completely changed her attitude.
"Class we've got a new student, she came here all the way from Russia. Her name is Katherine Alina Lebedevna." Everyone was staring and I began blushing from the unwanted attention. I've never been the girl who enjoys being in the spotlight.
"Please just call me Kate." I quietly told the teacher. Thankfully she sent me to a seat in the back of the room, and after a little while everyone forgot I was there and I dozed off. This class was so boring.
Most of the classes went pretty much the same way and Sophia was really helpful, I'm glad I've found a friend. I wonder why she's being so nice to me. I mean honestly, who wants to hang out with the new girl? Oh well, I'm just glad I have someone.
I was now on my way to choir, my last class of the day. Choir along with French are the two classes that I have without Sophia, so I guess I'm on my own.
The teacher was very young and insisted that we call her Rose instead of Miss Smith. She seems like she's kind and maybe she won't introduce me to the class. No such luck. And even worse, she made me sing for the whole class. I love to sing, but for a whole room of strangers? No way, I've never even sung for my parents, though I'm sure they heard me singing in the shower. Rose wouldn't let me just blend in she said I had to sing so that she'd know which parts I would be best at singing. So I got up the courage and began singing.
I know you I walked with you
Once upon a dream
I know you the gleam in your eyes
Is so familiar, a gleam
I know it's true that visions are seldom
All they seem
But if I know you
I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
The way you did once
Upon a dream
Once upon a time
I dreamed we'd be together
In love forever
Once upon a night
I was for a never
A never ending
Once upon a time
Once upon a night
Once upon a wish
Once upon a dream
I know you I danced with you
Once upon a night
There we were wishing this dance
Would last forever all time
I hope it's true
This vision is more
Than what it seems
Cause if dreams come true
I know what we'll do
We'll dance once again
The way we did then
Upon a dream
Once upon a time
I dreamed we'd be together
In love forever
Once upon a night
I was wishing for a never
A never ending
Once upon a time
Once upon a night
Once upon a wish
Once upon a dream
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Once upon a night
I was wishing for a never
A never ending
Once upon a time
Once upon a night
Once upon a wish
Once upon a love
Once upon a dream
Once upon a dream
Once upon a dream
The students along with Rose started clapping for me and cheering.
"Why didn't you want to sing Kate? You're amazing, you shouldn't hide a talent like that." Rose asked me still in awe. All I could do was blush and look at my feet. Rose ended up giving me a solo, but the girl who had it before me didn't seem too happy about it. I think her name was Grace. After school was over, Grace decided to show me just what she thought of me taking her spotlight from her.
"Who do you think you are stealing my song? Go back to where you came from you foreign freak!" Grace shrieked at me. I tried explaining to her that I didn't even want the solo, but she just continued yelling and cussing at me. Then, she slapped me. By this point I had had enough, and my temper flared up. She had no right to slap me and I hit her back so hard that I broke her nose. That bitch had it coming to her, and I felt no guilt what so ever. In Russia, the policy is to treat others the way they treat you. She hit me, so I hit her back, and boy oh boy did she deserve it.
I could feel my cheek still stinging from Grace's slap as I walked home. As soon as I got home my parents asked me how my day went and I told them all about it, leaving out what happened with Grace. They could see that I was still unhappy, so they told me they had a surprise for me after dinner. I wonder what that could be…
So what did you guys think? Is there any hope of me ever being any good at writing? Yeah I know it's kind of boring right now, but I'll try to make it more interesting, plus I haven't really gotten into the plot line yet. Please R&R