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I had calmed down slightly. My world wasn't going to end. It just wasn't going to be getting anything good happening to it for a long time. I peeled my eyes away from the mirror and headed out of the bathroom. I walked down the staircase of our new house and peered into the living room. There was my father, looking crisp and clean in a suit. You'd think he was an important businessman, on his way to the office.
I knew better.
"Hello Alice." He said to me as he spotted me, talking in that annoying formal way that he adopted when we moved here.
"Hey," I murmured, turning towards the door, feeling the pocket of my jeans for my keys.
"Do have fun at your new school, Alice," he said, and I turned to face him in disbelief. He wasn't looking at me, he was looking down, straightening his already straight tie.
I gaped at him, lost for words, my mouth opening and closing uselessly. Then I found my voice. "Yeah. Whatever, dad. I'll see you later." I turned away from him and dashed out the door, sliding into my beat up Toyota. Beat up because this car was my father's favourite car to use when he shouldn't be driving. Most of the money I had went into keeping this car alive.
The school was difficult to find. I had known this, but yet I was sure I could find it. I could feel myself going round in circles. But, somehow, I managed to drive right into the street it was on. It seemed that a small part of luck wanted me to fit in.
I received a bunch of stupid information sheets and random pieces of paper about the school. None of it looked very important but I studied the map carefully, and I was looking down as I walked through the corridor, nearly colliding into various students who shot me evil glares. I managed to find my locker. Number 572. A big burly boy with curly brown hair, who looked like he played football or something, was standing at the locker next to me.
I tried to ignore him as I put unneeded books into my locker and grabbed what I would need for my first period, English.
I slammed the door of the locker and spun the dial randomly. I took a step forward then felt myself falling. The big burly boy had tripped me up. I crashed to the floor, to laughter from those around me, and a deep chuckle from that boy.
"Mind your step," he said, leaping over me and walking away. The crowd melted away too, off to their classes. Then I heard a quiet voice down at my level.
"Need a hand? You new here?" he asked. I groaned.
"Yeah I am," I told the voice. It sounded like a guy. I felt my hand being grabbed and I was slowly pulled to my feet. I was right, it was a guy, with the slightest hint of a Southern twang. He grinned at me, and I hurried to return his smile.
"Sorry about that," he said, though he had done nothing wrong. "That's Emmett McCarty. He's a real ass. He's captain of the football team and he thinks he's greatest guy in the universe." I could tell this boy didn't like this Emmett at all.
"Don't apologise – it wasn't your fault, it was probably mine, I was trying to find my way to English." I told him.
"That's my next class too! Come on I'll show you the way." He hadn't let go of my hand so he started to drag me along the corridors to the classroom.
"I'm Alice, by the way. Alice Brandon." I told him, realising that I hadn't introduced myself.
"Nice to meet you Alice. I'm Jasper. Jasper Whitlock."
Aww Emmett's all bad - or can first impressions be misleading? Who knows? Oh wait I do! -smirks-
Okay sorry that chapter wasn't very long either. They will get longer. I think. In return I'll update lots?
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