Okay, so I'm guessing the last chapter wasn't my best work, sorry I don't do girly. Not really in my blood, but I will try to do better with this chapter, I really will because I love my readers commenting and not hating me too much I'm soooooo sorry it's taken me so long to get this one up, school is killing me. Well, I will stop jabbering and get on with the chapter.
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Chapter 8: Where's the Military Equipment?
I woke up as my alarm clock started screeching at me to wake up. I turned off the alarm and groggily slipped out of my bed. I headed for the bathroom and turned on the shower. I was up and hour earlier than I usually would have gotten up. Public school is going to be torture. I stripped down and got in the shower washing my extremely long hair. I wonder if I should get it cut short maybe to my shoulder blades or my shoulders. If anything I would have it to my shoulder blades. I finished up my shower and got out trying to dry my hair. I walked over to the sink and looked through the drawers. I hadn't had any toiletries so I'm guessing dad went out and got them.
In the top drawer I found a stick of deodorant, a tube of toothpaste and a toothbrush, and a pack of female products. I blushed at the thought of dad trying to pick these out, embarrassing. The second drawer had multiple boxes of soap and hair care products. When was I ever going to use one of these bottles? There was also a pile of makeup next to the hair care products. The third drawer had a box in it. I opened it and found a pair of dog tags and a note.
I know that this finding out I'm your father thing hasn't been easy and I'm probably not making it easier by suffocating you but since it's your first day of school I thought you would like to wear these.
Sincerely,
Dad
I picked up the tags and carefully looked at the writing. Steve Rogers was the name engraved into the slim piece of metal. I held them tightly in my hand and smiled. I put them down next to the sink and brushed my teeth. I finished getting ready and I grabbed the dog tags and walked out of the bathroom. I walked over to the closet and I looked around. I picked out a pair of army green cargo skinny jeans and a white t-shirt with Uncle Sam on it saying We Want You. I pulled on the clothes and searched around for a pair of socks.
When I finally found a pair I pulled them on and put of a pair of black high tops. I put on the pair of dog tags dad gave me and started to pull up my long blonde hair into a ponytail. I looked at the clock and knew dad was up now. I grabbed my bag and walked downstairs. I looked in the cabinets to find the cereal. I pulled out some Coco Puffs. I pulled out a bowl and some milk.
I heard the stomping of someone coming down the stairs and saw dad smiling.
"Good you're up, I was going to come and wake you up."
I smiled back. I did really look and acts like my dad. More than I looked like my adopted parents. I was really glad to have him.
"Yeah, I made sure to get up this morning first day of public school."
"Yeah, wouldn't want to be late for that."
He looked down at my t-shirt.
"I remember when they had those on posters up everywhere, the originals are so much cooler." He told me.
I laughed.
"Well, I bought this shirt when I got into World War Two stuff and Uncle Sam was an interested character, so inspirational I would have joined if I saw a poster like that."
"Well, in those days you wouldn't have gotten a fighting position like me."
"I know but I'm persistent, I would find a way to do it."
He laughed.
"You know you really are like me."
I nodded and we were silent again. I grabbed the dog tags now around my neck and smiled again.
"By the way thank you for the dog tags, I love them."
"You're welcome, I thought you would like them but I wasn't so sure."
"Well, they are perfect thank you so much for giving me such a great piece of history."
He nodded again as I finished up my cereal. I put my dish in the sink and grabbed my messenger bag. I picked up my keys and kissed my father on the cheek.
"I have to go, see you later."
"See you later."
I ran downstairs and hopped onto my motorcycle. I revved it up and sped out of the garage leaving skid marks streaked on the pavement. This would most likely tick off Tony which was okay with me. I sped through New York heading towards my new school. I don't know how this was going to go down. Usually at school I would be yelled at by multiple General's and Officer's and be told to do laps and pushups. But how does public school actually work?
I pulled up in the parking lot and dismounted my bike. I looked around and found kids of all ages walk into the school. There were kids in football jersey's bumping each other and girls with way too much makeup and kind of looked like clowns. I walked to entrance and was almost run over by one of those stupid jocks. I glared at the jock and he looked at me apologetically before running off again. I kept on walking to my locker and unlocked it. I slung my bag in and grabbed a notebook and two text books.
I headed down the hall and around the corner to the Chemistry lab. I looked at the newly refurbished lab and knew that dad had convinced Tony to give the money to the school. I sat down in the front left corner desk and started laying out equipment for class. I sat there waiting for the bell to ring so class could start and this day would end sooner. I started to look at the ceiling when I heard someone plop into the chair beside mine. I looked over at the girl who had occupied the seat beside mine.
The girl smiled at me and held out her hand to me.
"Hi I'm Caitlin and your name is?" she asked.
This girl had a really perky attitude like she actually wanted to be here.
"Um, name's Chris." I said taking her hand and shaking it.
She smiled and shiny metallic braces shone through. I had noticed she didn't look like the other kids. She wasn't wearing Aeropostale or Hollister. She had her own little style that fit her. She was wearing a pink cami under an indigo sweater and Capri jeans. Her hair was a dark brown color and it was frizzy and poofy. Her green eyes were behind a pair of thick black pair of glasses. She had been nervously rubbing her hands together before because of the red marks on her hands showed stress. She also seemed to be a few inches shorter than me.
She smiled at me again and moved her hand away from mine.
"So are you new here?"
I nodded.
"Have you made any friends?"
I shook my head no.
"Good, then you'll be my friend!" she exclaimed.
She hurtled her body at mine and pulled me into a bear hug. What's up with this girl? I stared at her strangely but she didn't pay attention at all as the bell rang. A lean, tall, man walked into our classroom and walked to the front of our class. I was guessing that this was our teacher.
"Hello students of Chemistry!"
The man was really hyper; okay how much coffee did he have before getting here?
"Now as some of you may have noticed we have a new student here at Albany High, please give a round of applause for Miss Christine Rogers." He said like a game show host.
He started to scan the room.
"Christine, where are you?"
I slowly raised my hand and stood up.
"Right here sir."
He smiled and laughed.
"Good you may sit down."
I sat back down but raised my hand again.
"Yes."
"Um sir I go by Chris."
"Okay, Chris can you tell the class where you went to school before here?"
I looked around at the multiple staring eyes wondering where I came from.
"Um I went to military school before here." I responded.
"Oh, so your one of those sticklers?"
I was about to protest but he cut me off.
"Don't worry we will teach you to loosen up." He chuckled.
I just shut my trap. I didn't want to draw to much attention to myself. I listened to this crazy teacher whose name was Mr. Abernathy. When he let us go I quickly got out before he could call me out again. This was not going as planned. I walked swiftly to the Latin classroom. This class was run by Mrs. Conner's who was around a hundred years old I think. When her too long of a class was over I started to head to the cafeteria. I was almost there when someone bumped into me. My stuff dropped and I glared at the person who had just bumped me.
The boy was wearing one of those royal blue and gold football jerseys and his dark brown hair was in that scruffy boyish cute way. I was nowhere interested in it. He smiled and leaned down.
"Hey, sorry about that sometimes I forget I'm not the only one in the hallway." He chuckled.
I just kept on glaring at him. Why is he smiling after bumping into me? Mr. Barton at least looked a little concerned when he bumped me. I dropped to the ground and picked up the rest of my papers and stuff. He looked me in the eyes and I looked towards the ground.
"Thanks." I muttered without much appreciation.
"You're welcome."
He's not too bright is he? I started towards the cafeteria again and he followed me.
"So you're that new girl, from the military academy?"
I nodded.
"Cool, my dad was in the army when he was younger but he's now retired."
"My dad was in the military too."
"Oh, cool who was your dad maybe our dads know each other or something."
I snickered.
"I highly doubt your dad and my dad know each other from war, mine fought in World War 2."
He looked at me strange.
"Who is your father?" he asked.
I laughed and entered the lunch line when I felt a small body tackle me.
"Hey, Chris I haven't seen my bests buddy in the world all day, what are you doing?" she asked.
I laughed at the small girl.
"Just talking to….. I never caught your name."
"My names Josh."
Caitlin's face went into pure shock. I looked at her and then at the jock beside me. Then back at her, what is wrong with her face? We walked through the lunch line in awkward silence. When I paid for my lunch is when I parted ways with Josh and I was kind of glad.
"Why were you so shocked?" I asked Caitlin.
She looked over at me and did a double take.
"Seriously, you don't know?!"
I nodded my head.
"He is the hottest guy in the school, if you talked with him he must have saw something interesting about you."
I laughed; my whole being is too interesting. I sat down at one of the table and started to eat. Before long this group of kids including Josh walked up to our table. I could somehow sense they were no good. The girl in the front of the five person pack had this smug look on her face and looked down on me.
"Uhm excuse me but you're sitting at our table."
Caitlin nervously but quickly got up. I could tell these people were bullies from the start, I hated bullies.
"Sorry, tables taken."
She glared at me like I had the audacity to speak to her and Caitlin sat back down.
"We, meaning the popular kids, sit here."
Caitlin automatically got back up.
"Well, then learn to sit with others." I shot back.
She looked horrified and Caitlin sat down yet again.
"Sit with you dorks, I don't think so."
Caitlin got back up and she looked a little tired.
"Well, then find another spot we were sitting here first."
I looked back down to my food and started to eat. Caitlin had finally decided to sit back down and eat her lunch. The other girl was not happy with me because before I knew it my food went flying to the other side of the room. I glared up at her and she gave me a smug little smile.
"Now boys escort these girls to a different table, please." She demanded.
The two meaty football players came towards us. One picked Caitlin up with ease and the other one came for me. As soon as he touched my hip I grabbed the meaty hand that grabbed it and slung him half way across the room. They all just watched as he smashed into a crowded table. They all looked at me and I just shrugged it off. The other goon dropped Caitlin and went for me. I quickly grabbed him and slung him into the wall and turned to Josh and the two other girls.
"So who's next?" I asked cracking my knuckles.
The blonde was so furious. She ran up to me looking like she was going to punch me but I easily punched her in the nose. She screamed in pain and ran the other direction fast. I turned back to the last two members.
"So do you want to go to the nurse's office too?" I asked.
They both started to back away slowly and ran for the door. I smiled and sat back down at my table. Caitlin got off the ground and smiled.
"How the heck did you do that?!"
I smiled and chuckled.
"It's a long story."
