Supernatural: the high school version.
This story will tell the tale of Matilda-Rose Breckenridge's and her peers, as she discovers what it's really like to go to school in America.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The dull, but incessant noise echoes throughout the currently empty headmaster's office. As first days go, this one seemed to be starting off as pretty standard – the waiting around to be ferried from place to place, as you have absolutely no clue where you're supposed to be going.
When Matilda first arrived in America, she imagined high school life to be like the movies – but, sadly she is yet to see anything that remotely resembles the wild cats life. I mean, you even have to wear a uniform here. Which is weird, because in all the movies you see the kids wearing casual jeans and hoodies, or the girls wearing the latest designer clothing that makes everyone else jealous.
But, apparently the new acting headmaster wanted a change for his students. A change for the better. Although, pretty much every single student she had passed on her way to the office their top buttons undone, and their ties halfway down their chests. It seemed that they were all complaining, too. "I don't see why we gotta wear this crap, I don't need to wear a tie until I'm at least thirty!" And, "this skirt makes me look like a slutty nun."
Like, how is that even possible?
The girl is temporarily snapped out of her thoughts and memories, as the office doors clicks open. A man in a smart suit walks in, and when he speaks I'm more than surprised. "Hello, Matilda, is it? Welcome to RiverSide High. I'm Headmaster Crowley." He's British. British. A.k.a everyone hates the new British headmaster for bringing in a fancy uniform, and now Matilda is going to be the new student from England who everyone will despise also.
"M – Matty, please." She finds herself stuttering, whilst flattening out my green and black skirt for what seems like the fiftieth time today – it's already becoming a nervous habit.
"Of course. Well, your student chauffeur is awaiting you outside the door – she'll show you around for the day, and get you used to your surroundings. She also has your books, and your timetable." The man smiles – his accent is a lot posher than her own, making it sound as if he's from upper class London, maybe.
"Thank you, Sir." That's what Matilda called her teachers back home, so she simply stick with my instincts. She stands up, and heads out of the door, to be greeted by a girl with mid-length blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes. She's busy tugging at her skirt, and playing with her collar.
Wow, these guys really don't like school uniforms.
"Hey! I'm Rebekah Atkins – the Bekah with a 'k.' Basically, I'm gonna show you around without sugar coating the RiverSide life. Okay, so we have math first – follow me." The girl smiles to reveal a set of perfect, white teeth. Matilda silently hopes that she isn't going to be one of those stereotypical perfect, bitchy girls. She seems nice enough though.
As she chatters away, Matilda hurries after her. She starts to hand her a large set of books, which are then clumsily shoved into Matilda's leather satchel. Brushing a curl of dark, brunette hair out of her eyes – which are also brown – yes... She's just so blessed. – she closes her bag again, and looking back up she realises that Rebekah has stopped outside a nearby classroom.
Thankfully, she manages to refrain from bumping into her, just as Rebekah opens the classroom door, and steps inside. It seems that their teacher hasn't arrived yet, so as they walk to the back of the classroom, Rebekah starts to introduce the stereotypes – is this going to be like St. Trinians meets America?
"Okay, so.. Over there, the red head is Charlie Bradbury, she's almost top of the class, and a total comics nerd. Next to her is Kevin Tran, he's like a major nerd in all things languages, so if you're ever going abroad just, like, befriend him..." She pauses for a few moments, to wave to a girl who's just walked through the door.
"Coming in behind my friend there, that's Sam Winchester – he's also a nerd in basically everything, but he's cute so it's cool." I raise my eyebrows at her remark, wondering why someone like her would go for a 'nerd' type. "Uhh, his brother is Dean Winchester, who is his brother's total opposite, being a jock and all. He's currently been assigned the same job as me for a new, foreign exchange student – which is hilarious." As she continues to ramble on, Matilda kind of switches off, and resorts to staring at the wall ahead of her.
She looks around at my new classmates – Charlie is helping Sam to tie his tie properly, which causes Matty to chuckle quietly to herself. Finally, the teacher arrives, and then Matilda starts to mentally prepare herself for that awkward moment where the new kid has to stand up front, and introduce themselves. "Okay, class! This is our new student – Matilda Breckenridge."
She stays silent, not wanting to speak. "Anything you want to tell us?" Her new teacher prompts her, accompanied by a slightly patronising smile.
"Not really, no. Uh, I'd prefer to be called Matty though." As soon as she opens her mouth and speaks, everyone starts to mumble – it's like; oh hark, a British girl!
"Are you related to our new headmaster, 'cause he's ruined our lives!" A male voice calls out, and she has to refrain from rolling my eyes.
"That's enough, Gabriel." The teacher speaks sternly, as Matty vigorously shakes her head in response, causing her brunette waves to bounce in a rhythmic fashion.
She then takes this as her opportunity to go back to her chair, walking past Sam's desk – he's currently sat back to front in his chair, so that he can talk to Kevin and Charlie. As she takes her seat again, next to Rebekah, the girl is already gossiping with somebody beside her.
This is going to be so much fun...