Authors Note:
SlightlyStrangeGirl: So heya guys! This be chapter twoooooooo!
TwilightMortal: Its Chapter two not chapter twoooooooo.
SSG: Whateves! Same thing!
TM: It's not!
SSG: *Looks awkward* Well, in my mind it is :)
Disclaimer: We will never own The Fault In Our Stars. John Greem does... Even if we cry more than anyone else in the movie theatre...
SSG: I didn't cry THAT much!
TM: ShadowSkyLord cried more! Anway on with Chapter 2
Chapter two
They stare. And stare. And stare. No one even bothers to do the 'stare-then-look-away' thing. Nope. They just stare at me. An eternity of silence echoes around the bus, as other kids my age un-dress me with their eyes. It is very akward. It reminds me of Gus and the short time we had. A short eternity. A short eternity that was appreciated as if it was million years.
A middle aged woman sees me fiddling with the strap on my oxygen tank.
"Would you like to sit down?" she says.
"Err.. thankyou" I mutter as I stumble to sit down. Right next to a guy with a nose peircing, ear piercing, eyebrow piercing and, going by the hole in his lower lip, a lip peircing too. He glares. And I mean, glares. He annalyses me with his eyes like I'm the maggot, and he's the bird, better than me in every sense of the world. Great. Mum thinks I'll love school, but this guy will probably make it a living hell. Why do I need an education when at any point, I could die?
The bus starts its journey to GREENWAYS SCHOOL. It turns around several corners. Making my oxygen tank move slightly to the odd looking guy. I nervously moved it back as he looked at me like I was dirt on his golden carpet in his luxury mansion. I swallow, turning around to look anywhere but his face. Mostly, I find myself watching a noisy fly on the window to avoid eye-contact. Which is easier said than done. I've never felt so many people gawk at the buds that pathetically drizzle oxygen into my crap lungs. The ride is extremely uncomfortable.
Every so often, the bus would swerve dangerously fast around a tight corner, smashing me into the terrifying guy slouched next to me. Personal Space dude. Personal space please... The Journey feels like it takes hours, but my perception of time is off, probably off partying with my lungs. Eventually we arrive. I grab the tank and get of the bus, looking up at the monster of the school that I will be studying at for god knows how many years at. Mum told me to go to the reception and pick up my timetable and my map. The receptionist is apparently anxious to meet me. If she isn't then someone has some explaining to do...
Thankfully, the school is buzzing so loudly with teens, not many notice me. I breathe a sigh of relief. According to some research I did a few weeks ago, there are approximately 2,000 pupils, 67 teachers, and the building contains a swimming pool, gym, and tennis courts. In other words, it's massive, which translated means I'm screwed. Reluctantly, I shuffle towards red doors. Wondering if many pupils will be there and laugh in my face. I'm 1 in 2,000. There is always a chance. I walk up to the desk. Looking at the lady with brown hair which was badly dyed. You could clearly see the grey hairs creeping up to the surface like ghosts trying to scare little children on Halloween. She had purple cat like glasses with thick frames, she seemed like the villain in Little Red riding hood. I always hated that fairy-tale, but mum thought I loved it since she read it to me every night. I shiver. The story gave me the creeps...
"Hello dear, what can I do for you?" Her tone is condescending, rude and completely uninterested. Eyes flicker to my tank for a second, and a look, possibly sympathy, flashes in her features, but it's gone so fast, I can't tell if it was ever really there.
"Um... I'm Hazel? Hazel Grace Lancaster?" I look at the end of her very long nose, rather than her dark eyes, slightly obscured by the glasses.
"Oh yes, of course. You're new here. Well, Hazel, I'm very happy to meet you." She doesn't sound happy. In fact, she sounds like she wishes I would just drop dead with my cancer contaminated lungs right now.
"...I have researched this school and found it every interesting and I decided to apply." I lie. It was actually my mother who researched it first. I just wanted to know more.
"Well Hazel" she said , while she dug through some files. "Here is your Timetable and your map so you do not get lost. It's a very big school..."
"Thankyou" I say. I turn by back and start to walk off to my first class.
"Hazel, Would you like a guide for the day?" The receptionist asks.
"..errr...yes please" I say happily. How bad can a guide be right?
"So, you have a choice of some of our very best students in your year, firstly, there's Emma Cherlson, Jacky Read, Nash King or Cameron Green. Any of them will be delighted to show you around for the day." I bite my lip, trying to remember the documentary I watched once, about what you can tell about someone by their name. Defiantly NOT Cameron, the name alone seems too freaky, and screams stalker. Jacky makes me think of an over-weight. chav teen and Emma seems too happy and girly. Nash it is.
I notice that Nash looks like Augustus. He has the same eyes, same shape of face and the same hair colour and the way it falls down his face. I can't help but stare. Is he the reincarnation of Augustus. Could it be true? But this can't be right. Augustus died when Nash was already alive and breathing. Can't a girl dream... I loved Augustus and he loved me. Why can't cancer bug some people who do not have a life to live happily with the love of their life? Why not kill me and Augustus? So we can live on in Heaven together? I forced back the grief that's starting to drown me into a tiny crevice of my mind. "Um... N-Nash please." I internally punch myself. I need to get over him. Taking a deep breath, I give the receptionist my best smile.
"You'll find Nash in your first class." Without looking up from her computer, she dismisses me with a wave, not bothering to fake an interest in me anymore. Just as I exit the stuffy room, a loud bell screams in my ears, signalling my first class. Glancing at my map, I start towards the science block. Here we go...
Authors Note:
ShadowedSkyLord: I made the girls laugh about their stalker cameron in real life while they were writing this it made me laugh so much, we all did. ;-)
TwilightMortal: I do not love anyone... :(
SlightlyStrangeGirl: ARGH. If I hear one more thing about Cameron, I will RIP OFF YOUR HEADS AND EAT YOU! Also, SSL is now attacking her sister. *Giggles*
TwilightMortal: I will also rip anyone's nails out who says another Cameron jokes.
SlightlyStrangeGirl: *Embarrassed* Soooo... please read Chapter 3, see ya soon!
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