Chapter 2: Okay so maybe this isn't so bad.
My room was massive. It looked like it stretched the whole width of the house. I had a huge window and another door along the opposite wall. I frowned to myself. Curious, I walked over to the other door and opened it. It lead outside to a small sheltered balcony.
"No way!" I whispered. I turned to my mum, and she smiled.
"You haven't seen the best part yet," she answered. She glanced at another door, on the same wall as the door to my room was. I almost ran over to it and wrenched it open. I gasped.
"A walk in wardrobe!" I could've cried. Was I dreaming?
"I'm glad you like it," she said. "Your Dad said it would be a good idea for you to have this room. Its meant to be the master bedroom, but ours is bigger, we just haven't got a balcony."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I ran over and hugged her. She laughed and then we heard some lorries pull up outside.
"Well that must be our stuff, come one," she said pulling me out of my room.
The next couple of days we painted, laid carpet and unpacked the furniture. It took me a whole week to unpack all of my things, so I was just finished on the day before I had to go to school. I started to get nervous. I had dinner with my family and then went to bed early that night, after taking a shower to help me relax, but it didn't work.
I woke suddenly that morning, having not slept well. I dragged myself out of bed and peeked out of the curtains. It was raining again. I got dressed into some blue jeans, and a black t-shirt under my black jumper. I brushed through my hair quickly, I could never do anything with it, it always looked the same no matter what I did with it. I trudged down the stairs and into the open plan kitchen and living room space.
"Good morning Dani," mum said as she was sorting Ryan some breakfast out. "Toast?" She asked me.
"Erm, yeah okay, thanks." I wasn't really hungry. Actually I felt sick, but I kept reminding myself that it was the nerves.
"Do you think your going to be able to find the school okay?" She asked casually.
"Yeah, I think I've got it, Dad took me out to it yesterday." He'd drove me around town showing me where the school, garage, and supermarket was.
I finished my toast, grabbed my shoulder bag and coat and went out to my car. I opened the door and threw my bag onto the passenger seat. As I shut my door I put the key in the ignition and put on the heater. It's funny, I thought America was supposed to be warm.
I was one of the first ones to school. So I parked up and went to find the reception. I walked into the badly decorated little room, and stood at the desk. The woman noticed me after a few seconds and came to the desk.
"Can I help you dear?" She had thick white curly hair and she was slightly rounded. She looked confused because she hadn't seen me before.
"Yes, I'm Danielle Swan. I'm meant to be starting here today?" I stood there feeling stupid as she looked as if she was growing more and more confused. Then she suddenly smiled.
"Oh yes, sorry dear, I would forget my head it weren't screwed on. Your family have moved here from England, yes?"
"Yes, that's right," I said. I couldn't get used to how different my accent sounded to everyone else's. It was slightly embarrassing.
"It's very nice to meet you Danielle," she reached down under the desk and gave me a timetable with my name on it. "Here is your timetable. I hope that you'll enjoy it here at Forks High school." She smiled warmly.
I smiled at her back, "Thank you very much," I walked out of the office. In the short time I had spent in there, the car park had started to fill up. I stood there, freezing. I quickly checked my timetable, then shoved it in my bag. Wishing that the receptionist had given me a map, I went to try and find my first lesson. I found it with quite some ease, and I thanked my lucky stars. I went to speak to the teacher and he sat me down at the back next to a friendly looking girl.
"Hey, my names Stacey," she said. She had dark brown hair with light red highlights through it.
"Hi, I'm Danielle." I smiled. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all, everyone seemed nice so far.
"Nice to meet you Danielle. Don't mean to sound so upfront, but, your English right?" I sighed to myself, I had a feeling I was going to get this a lot.
"Please, call me Dani. Yeah, I am English. I must sound funny to you," I laughed. She laughed too.
"No, not funny, just different." Then Mr Lawrence called the class to order. The class dragged on, as the teacher went through what we were going to be studying throughout the term, or 'Semester' as they called it. I was cheerful when he said that we were going to be doing Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Not only did I like it, but I had already done it back home, so hopefully I wasn't going to struggle. The class ended and I walked out into the corridor, where Stacey followed. "Can I help you get to your next lesson?" She asked, trying to be helpful.
"Erm yeah, I have media in building four?" Urgh, media studies. This was a drag back home. A small part of me hoped that it would be more interesting here. She directed me to the right room and said that I should sit with her at lunch, and I agreed to see her later.
I walked in and the teacher greeted me maybe a little too enthusiastically.
"You are to sit here please Miss Swan," He directed to a seat at the front. I hated sitting at the front. The teachers picked on you more. And that's when I saw him.