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What could be worse than a new home, a new family and a new name?
A new High School.
The first day was always the worst. You have to decide who you are. Get it right; you're on the easy ride to friendship and top universities. Get it wrong; you're the bottom of the dung heap. You become every tormentors new dream toy, destined to four years of rock bottom.
"Sarah!" Her foster mother's unnaturally upbeat voice called through the door to her room. "Up 'n' at 'em!! It's a brand new day and a brand new school!" Sarah heard Carol's footsteps fade as she went to wake up the only other occupant of the house who was still asleep.
Her daughter. Her real daughter.
While Sarah was a fosterling, Carina Miller was their biological daughter. Although, unlike her parents, she was slightly more rebellious, and while her parents didn't condone it, they understood her reasons. Awesome right? They had even said that, if she wanted, she could call them Mom and Dad. Sarah didn't feel comfortable calling her foster parents of all of five minutes Mom and Dad so she stuck with their names, Carol and Alex. That was her foster family, Carol, Alex and Carina Miller. Carol and Alex were in their forties but they were already getting grey hairs. Probably from the stress of their jobs, Carol was a Lawyer while Alex was an ER Doctor. Carina was 17 years old, five foot ten, with strawberry blonde hair and striking blue eyes. She looked like a super model. Sarah was the new member of the family but she kept her name-granted it really wasn't her name- Sarah Walker. Five foot seven, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Normal… dull. She didn't wear make up and did not intend to start now. She always kept her hair up in a loose ponytail- you never knew when you were going to have to run. Although her father always said "A good con man can leave whenever he wants." And yet they seemed to do a lot of running. Sarah got out of bed and went into the bathroom, which was directly across from her room. Taking a shower didn't drown her nerves. Getting dressed was hard though. What to wear so that she looked nice but not so much that she looked like a slut. Selecting a red blouse and skinny jeans, she quickly dressed and went to the kitchen to get breakfast and face her foster family. It wasn't that they weren't nice or anything, it was that Sarah had a hard time letting people in after her father and his life lessons.
Chuck delved deeper under his duvet, intending to get a few more minutes of sleep. The sun, however, had a different idea. The sun shone through his partially closed blinds, bathing his room in light. Yawning, Chuck stretched and slid out of bed. Looking at his alarm clock, he found it broken, the screen cracked through the middle. Moving didn't seem to agree with his alarm clock. Chuck checked his watch, cursing as he found out that he was already late. He jumped off the edge of his bed and ran out of his bedroom and into the bathroom. He took a speedy shower. He left his hair wet, not having the time to dry it properly before leaving and it was easier for him to drag his comb through the mess of curls when they were wet. Looking through his nearly empty wardrobe he picked out an old pair of faded jeans and a navy shirt. After getting dressed he rushed into the kitchen to prepare his cuisine of a breakfast- Fruit Loops with no milk. 'Delicious.' Chuck thought sardonically.
Sarah sat down at the island and watched as her foster parents dashed around the kitchen in a well-rehearsed dance to prepare breakfast for the family. After half an hour they came out with: Toast, jams, fried eggs and pancakes with chocolate chips-her favourite. Either they were making a big deal for her or this was what they usually did. She really hoped it was the latter. She could get used to this. After the table was set Carina entered the kitchen looking like…well looking like a super model. She wore a blouse that showed off too much of her assets for Sarah's liking though she was pretty sure the whole male population of the school wouldn't complain. Sarah knew that next to Carina she looked plain, she wouldn't stand out but not standing out is a good way of surviving high school. No one paid you any attention and you were allowed to do your own thing. After eating a bit of everything- and God did they taste good- Sarah went upstairs and picked up her black A&F shoulder bag-courtesy of Carina- containing everything she would need for the next few months- courtesy of Alex and Carol. Carina called her from downstairs and Sarah rushed back downstairs. They left the house after a round of hugs –only for Sarah, Carina flat out refused. Sarah left the house in a daze. She hadn't been shown that much care since her mother died, and that was over a decade ago. Her father was never the touchy feely type and so Sarah felt awkward as Carol and Alex hugged her, awkward but at the same time, oddly comfortable.
Sarah picked up her pace to walk beside Carina who said that they had to make a stop to pick up her boyfriend before they went to school. Sarah spent the walk to Carina's boyfriends house wondering what he would be like. Knowing Carina, she could have her pick of men so that didn't narrow it down. When Carina's boyfriend –John- joined them Sarah was shocked. She thought that Carina would have been going out with a jock but she was dating someone who looked like he should be in military uniform.
Chuck placed his empty bowl in the sink-he'd deal with it later. He ran to his room and packed his bag hurriedly. After checking he had everything grabbed his house keys and left the house, making sure to lock the door behind him, and headed off to school.
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