Chapter 2

We walked out of the office building and across the grass to a larger more modern building. We walked through the doors, and down the corridor, up a flight of stairs and down another corridor, bloody hell this place his huge.

When the boy stopped outside a door I realized I had no idea where I was supposed to be, I had just been following him hoping for the best. I dug out my schedule from my heavy bag.

REGISTRATION – Miss Montoya – Room 105

Period 1 – Spanish – Miss Montoya – Room 105

I glanced up to look at the red painted door that was in front of me. Room 105 was all it said. I looked at the boy next to me.

"How the hell did you know I am in this class?" I said confused

"MAGIC" he exclaimed. What a fucking tard.

"Yeah yeah, but how did you know?" I asked getting angrier by the minute.

"I'm in all of your classes, that's why they chose me to look after you today, duh" he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. What is it with people talking to me like I couldn't understand English? I was from England, so I was the one who should be talking to people like they dont understand my language. I just rolled my eyes.

The boy, who still hadn't told me his name, pushed the door in front of me open and walked in, taking a seat at the back of the class, talking to his friends. I drew in a deep breath and walked to the teacher.

"Hi, I'm Miley, I'm supposed to be in this class." I said to the woman in front of me. I handed the letter to her that Mrs. Brewster had given me. She nodded as she read it before signing the page with a curly script before handing me back the letter.

"That's fine Miley, my name is Miss Montoya, there is a spare seat over there at the back, so you can just sit there." She said a Spanish accent evident in her voice. She pointed to a desk at the very back of the classroom. I walked over and sat down, I was about to put in my headphones when I noticed the teacher walking my way. She stood in front of me.

"So Miley, is this your first time in California?" she asked, I nodded silently. "Well welcome to California. Okay, so let's get down to business. You have 8 classes every day. Three then a break, two then lunch and then three more before you can go home. Each day classes are the same, so you will come to this room everyday for registration and then Spanish class." She said all of this in a single breath, paused momentarily to take an obviously much needed breath "Have you been assigned a guide to take you around today?" I nodded and turned to point at the boy. "Ah, Shane, could you come here a minute please." The teacher said to the boy. He got up from his seat and walked over taking the empty seat next to me. "Just for today, do you think you could sit next to Miley, so she doesn't get lonely?" Me, lonely? Not likely.

"I'll be alright; he doesn't need to sit with me." I said quickly, cutting her unecessary speech short.

"Oh I don't mind," Shane said politely. God he is just too polite, it's begining to sting.

"Thank you very much. Miley there is about ten minutes before Spanish, so feel free to get to know each other." She giggled as she walked away. Awkward!

"Soooo," Shane said, breaking the awkward silence. "Where you from?" He asked looking over at me.

"Errmm, England. Why?"

"You don't sound so sure." He laughed quietly. "I was just curious. It must have been awesome living in England, you ever been here before?"

"Nope this is my fist time." I chuckled, it sounded like we were about to have sex, and I was confessing to being a virgin. He must have found it funny as well, because he started laughing too. He has a cute laugh. Shit – Miley don't think things like that.

We laughed for the rest of registration, all of a sudden a loud bell was heard, and everyone shut up and looked at Miss Montoya, who was busy writing something in Spanish on the white board with a red pen. I noticed my name written along with some other rubbish that I knew I would never understand. When she was finished writing the class all turned to look at me.

"Why the hell is everyone staring at me like I have some sort of contagious disease?" I whispered to Shane.

"I'm going to presume you don't know Spanish then."

"Your presumption would be very correct."

"Miss Montoya wrote - would Miley please come to the front of the class to introduce herself."

"Oh. Hell. No." I said looking at the teacher.

"Come on, come and introduce yourself." The teacher said kindly.

Before I knew what was happening I was being pushed towards the front of the class by Shane. What a dick. When I was standing in front of the thirty pairs of eyes Shane left and sat down and nodded indicating that I should start talking before I looked like a freaky twat.

"Hey people." I said waving at the class, a few people waved back and a few gave me funny looks – excellent start. "Okay… my name is Miley. I'm a girl. I have hair, two eyes, two ears, a nose and a mo-" the class stared laughing at me.

"You don't need to state the obvious we can see you." Miss Montoya said interrupting me and the laughter.

"Well there's nothing interesting to say about my life. My mum and dad are both actors, I moved here from England when my parents got the lead parts in a couple of movies, I got emancipated and now me and my little sister Lilly live with my elder brother Jackson. My brother has been living here for the past few years and about a year ago he started a band. My parents just bought him a new house, that's were me and my sister will be living. My parents still look after us when they can, so when they don't they just sent us money." I sighed at how utterly useless my 'parents' were.

"I dyed my hair black a few months ago, when my boyfriend died in a car accident. I also moved from England because I was having a pretty shi- bad life there. Nothing was going right for me. After all of the crap that was going on I got really depressed, and became very anti-social, I wouldn't talk to people, I wouldn't leave the house except for school. But when I moved I decided that I was going to start a fresh and forget about all of the people that I left behind." I was about to go and sit back down when I saw my car out of the window. "Oh and before I forget, that's my car out there and if anyone even thinks about touching it I will make sure that for the rest of their lives they will be peeing through a tube!" I said before walking back to my seat.

A few people in the class sniggered at my last comment – they obviously didn't realise how very serious I was being.

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