This is the story of my first year here at Dalton Academy. Looking back, I was petrified. I was worried about what was happening, and I was also worried about what was just around the corner.
It all started, as I walked into Dalton Academy.
I had moved all over the place, we'd move every 6 months. My dad is a journalist, I'd stay temporarily to do a new story, then move on. We were currently here. I have no idea what, he is exactly journalling, Spencer thought. But it is probably something boring, like school lunch menus.
I waited in the office, my parents had left him. "Spencer Peace?" the receptionist asked.
"Yeah...I guess..." I replied.
"Welcome to Dalton Academy! Are you excited for the beginning of the year?"
"Oh," I didn't want to offend the receptionist. She seemed nice, she was quite small and had grey hair, she wore a green flowery t-shirt. It was quite ugly, but then again, most clothes I see are. I'm not really into clothes. I'm more of a jeans-and-t-shirt-type-of-guy, I thought. "Yep. Super excited!"
"Great! Well, your fellow class mates shall be in form time by now, you've probably missed that – but I'll get someone to show you to your first class...which is- Science! Lucky you! You can look back when you're in year 13 and think wow, that Science lesson with...er," the receptionist looked down and read "Mr. Howell!" I smiled, I didn't want to offend her, the receptionist who I still didn't know the name of.
"I guess so. Science isn't really my best subject." I looked down, I remembered an incident at a school he was at a few schools ago. I'd been talking to my Science partner, he lent on his elbow – trying to seem cool and spilt the sulphuric acid everywhere. All over his blue science book, and the boys science book.
I'd been kicked out of class and I was made to re-write all the smudged pieces of work in his and the boys Science book.
He never did talk to me again.
But that didn't matter. I was over with making friends and just wanted to get Year 9 done with. I didn't like the sound of Essex. Literally. From what he'd seen (and heard) on TOWIE, it was all orange people with stiletto's, but here it had been, as if they were normal.
Oh well. The thing that fascinated me about Dalton Academy was that it was written in Greek writing. "ΔΑ" was "DA" which were the initials of Dalton Academy, and that was on the pocket of everyone's blazer. The school bell rang.
I heard the receptionists voice, "this is Louis," she said, smiling. "He'll show you around."
I looked up, I saw Louis standing in front of him. He was a bit smaller then me, and he had dark brown hair – the same as me. The only difference was that Louis had pale blue eyes, and I had bright blue eyes. It was kind of intimidating.
"Nice to meet you, Spencer. I'm Louis!" Louis stuck out his hand, waiting for me to shake it – I guess.