"Are you okay hon? You look slightly dazed." She stopped and looked at me with her deep blue eyes.
"You best be off for school." my father cut in, breaking the awkward silence.
"Okay." I thought about it for a second, "can I ask you a question?"
"You know you can sugar lump." Ah, there's that name calling again.
As my father stared at me waiting for my so-called question, I knew I couldn't ask him. Not yet, I thought. Time will tell, said another wise voice inside my head. How do these random and supportive voices keep popping up in my head? Well that was a mystery for another day.
"Oh, never mind." I said after a minutes waiting.
Here's to breaking the silence. The same voice said. Shut up. I thought, after that the voice was silenced. I didn't know wether I was relieved or sad to have my 'little helper' to just disappear and never come back. Or will it come back?
I grabbed my lunch and hopped out of the door and to school on my motorcycle. At my old school everyone had one, so it was some of a priority. I wondered what this school would be like. Would everyone have bikes too? Or is this more of a car zone area I'm in?
As I rode to school, I started making off places I had to visit. Number one was Pizza Pizza, two was Brampton Mall, and three was Sarah's Nails. I couldn't wait to go to all those places after school. That is if I didn't get completely piled up with homework on my first day.
I arrived at the school parking lot with seconds to spare as students flooded into the main building and jabbered on and on about their petty problems. I heard one girl talk about her nail breaking, oh what a tragedy, kill me now. The voice said sarcastically. I have a feeling that you'll never go away no matter how much I yell at you or threaten you. I snapped at the voice. I honestly thought that was the end of it until now. Do tell on me love, do tell. The voice was obviously mocking me. Reading my every thought. You got that right! It yelled back at me.
I was standing hazily on the empty parking lot until a teacher came up to me and asked my name and class. I told him my name but said I didn't remember my class even though I did so he wouldn't question me. I follow him quietly as he led me into the office and asked the petite little red haired receptionist who's eyes were more than magnified under her 80's pink cat-eye glasses.
"Name. Age." She said like a robot
"April, April Terry. Sixteen."
She started punching in my name into the oldest computer I had ever seen. It was almost like it was ancient. It was yellowed with age and looked like an 80's Microsoft or maybe a 70's one.
"April, you're in Mr. Turner's class I see you have met him already. Please follow him to his room and don't cause any trouble. I've seen plenty of misfits like you. Wanna-be's who care more about their boyfriends than school." She quietened down so Mr. Turner would hear. "That makes two of us." She winked at me and sent me off with Mr. turner to my class.
Ooh, petty one, isn't she? The voice mocked. Can't you just be nice? I tried. Sure okay. I'm Rachel. And I'm inside your head, I'm mainly your thoughts and partly supposed to be your friend. Rachel didn't seem so bad after that, having our own private conversation until I reached my class room.
When I walked in to the classroom, I felt like ten thousand pairs of eyes were staring at me even though it was less than twenty-five. The pupils' eyes moved as I did and followed me as I walked to the centre of the class. Mr. Turner looked around awkwardly at all the students and silently ushered them to be quiet.
"This is our new student, please introduce yourself, April."
"Umm, hey. I'm April. I like -" I was interrupted by this random dude.
"So, like wait. You're named after a month? Which were you born on out of interest?"
"September sixth." I said glumly to the insult to my name.
Immediately, I sat at an empty desk in between this blonde girl who was munching away on gum, and this chubby boy who seemed transfixed on a fly randomly buzzing over his neighbour's head. I know who I'm not going to be friends with. I was expecting the voice to croak in a nasty remark but all I got was silence until the end of the glum first period. I was so concentrated on the voice that I didn't manage to get which lesson I was doing. Probably math, since there were random equations squiggled on the board.
After the first period had ended, I went to my locker and tried to organize my books by class and pens by colour.
"Hey new girl!" Said the blonde gum chewer from math class. "I'm Bianca. I didn't mean to give you the wrong impression in class. It's just that well Mr. Turner is my dad. I swore to act like someone else around him."
With that, Bianca didn't seem as catty as she was before. She seemed nice. She will make a good friend. The voice suggested. Yeah, I guess so, at least I could become popular or something. I imagined that the voice nodded and I nodded back.
"Umm, what are you doing?" asked Bianca inquisitively
By that I guessed that she was going on and on about something and I wasn't listening.
"Sorry, what were you saying?" I asked apologetically.
"As I was saying, you have the same classes as me all week so better stick with me 'cause I know where I'm going." She said as if congratulating herself.
I nodded silently. She regarded me plainly and said with a very perfectionistic tone,
"It's almost like your deaf. Or even dead." She poked me sharply, "You know, if you fall asleep or die to that matter before class you automatically fail?" She said matter-of-factly.
"No, I'm not deaf, I'm just thinking." I answered.
"Girl, you're like an old monk who's afraid to wear heels under his robe."
I must admit that was funny. No, very funny. I smiled at her and carried on talking about monks in dresses. At one point we started talking about how the monk would look with flats on and a wig plus about fifty layers of make up. After our long and pointless and conclusion-less discussion, I realized what a good friend Bianca was and how soft she really was under her layers and layers of sarcasm. In a word, she was nice.
We finally got to class, which looked like a history lesson on Canada. I didn't know much about much, although I knew what I had to know to get a B plus at least. Don't question my methods of learning. I'm not a total bozo that's why I study... I like school unlike everyone else in this world.
The first thing I heard from Mrs. Ollie was that I didn't know anything about Canada even if I thought I did. She said it very matter-of-factly to everyone so it wasn't an insult, but something to prompt the class of eager beavers over there to at least try to learn in her class and not goof off.
After a mundane period of talks of Samuel De Champlain and The Huron nation, my life force seemed to have been completely drained away. I headed out to lunch in the patio with Bianca and her friends Haley and Ruby. I must admit those guys were awesome. They knew what was what and where it was not.