TIME TO REPLY TO COMMENTS!
Soundwave (Guest)- Ha! Another stanner! I feel happy cause everyone I know absolutely hates Lila and she isn't even way too bad! Lila is QUEEN!
LunaWolf44 (Guest)- Might I be changing your view of her already? I mean… I probably didn't, but hey, who cares? Yeah, her mom isn't that good. In fact, that is something that will affect the whole story and what's going to happen to Lila's dad in the end. AND I SURE HOPE YOU LIKE ARTHUR!
ladynoir- Yes, moving is really hard. I know because I've had to move several times in my childhood. Poor Lila? What happened to the whole "I hope she burns" sorta thing?
TheGoldenYoshichu- Gosh, spelling your name is hard. I'm part of the 5% too, but a lot more people like her as a character, so I mean, more like 25%. I'd probably only be her friend to help her see why not to lie. Moving is hard. And I know because I could move up to three times a year when I was little. So, I just incorporated the pain I felt every time. No, I didn't move across the globe like Lila does, but I did move far enough to where it was hard to keep in contact. So, yeah. Just throw in a little bit of my life.
Chapter Three: A New School (Again)
The bus ride to her new school seemed unending to Lila. Especially because every stop, when people came to sit down, they would avoid her like a virus. Guess they've had bad experiences with new kids. Getting out of the bus felt like someone had patted her on the back. A sigh of relief parted through her lips only to be trampled by the people behind her. Good gosh, let a girl get out! Lila got up off the ground and dusted herself off. There was a slight scrape on both hands. Nothing too bad.
Lila had to be tough. No. She was bred to be tough. With every step, she had to make sure she didn't make a misstep. That was the way. Anyway else could make her an outcast. No one wants to get too close to a girl who is just going to leave them behind.
Lila's hair was done with two giant pieces of her hair in the front, with a tie on each end of the hair, along with a giant one for her hair. Her hair went to about her hips. (This is not impossible, when I was about five my hair was that long) She had a long-sleeve red shirt on with a black noodle strap shirt overtop. Lila's emerald eyes darted back and forth, looking for a teacher that would escort her to her class and explain all the school rules.
Then she spotted the teacher. Blue eyes darted around the crowd, looking just the way Lila had. Go smoothly, Lila told herself. "Um, ma'am? I'm having trouble finding my teacher," Lila said, sweetly. Being seven, her voice came out more high pitch and sincere.
"Oh, what's your name, I will be able to direct you," the woman said.
"Lila Rossi," Lila said.
"Oh! Just the girl I was waiting for," the woman said. "I am Miss Clementine, but I go by Miss C."
"Hello, Miss C," Lila said, with a giant smile. Good impression… That is what she was taught. Until she had some authority, an impression was something she had to make. Yeah, this was the stuff Clara was teaching her seven year old child here.
"Come on, let me show you the school," Miss C said, holding her hand out as if she were talking to a kindergartener that is Clara Contard's daughter, and not a second-grader who was Clara's daughter 'cause WHY THE HECK NOT!?
Needless to say, Lila didn't take Miss C's hand, she is a very proper girl for her age and does not like to be treated otherwise. Walking into her classroom, Lila looked around. It was a small classroom, the desks neatly lined in a row. There were cubbies on the farthest wall from the door, with nametags on the cubbies.
"Before we start class, we put our backpack in our cubbies," Miss C explained, "and then you should look for your desk- it will also have your name on it."
"Thank you, ma'am," Lila said, going to the cubbies. She dragged her finger along the edge of the cubbies until she found her name. Her name was neatly scribbled, but to her disgust, was spelled wrong: Lyla. That was probably her uncle's fault. Her uncle signed her up for school, and didn't care about how to spell her name. She put her backpack in the cubby, fighting the urge to rip her name off of the cubby. Then, she went searching for her desk. Her desk was in the back of the class, the name "Lyla" on a nametag.
"We have simple rules," Miss C said, "every morning there are announcements, we start with reading and language arts, we do math, and then science, we end the day with music or PE."
"Okay," Lila said. "Miss C, my name isn't spelled L-Y-L-A, it's spelled L-I-L-A."
"Oh," Miss C said, the surprise not hidden. "It was on your information sheet, I'll change that quickly." Miss C walked over and plucked "Lyla's" nametag off of her cubby and desk. That's when kids began filing in.
A girl with curly brown hair and brown eyes they nearly looked black. She had darker skin and her outfit consisted of blue jeans, a red t-shirt, and a red headband. "Hullo," she said to Lila. "I'm Aadhira."
"Hello," Lila responded, "I'm Lila."
"Nice to meet you," Aadhira said. "Where did you move from?"
"Well, last place I was at I was in China," Lila responded, sweetly.
"Aadhira!" a voice came. "You left me!" A girl with very pale skin came into the classroom, huffing and puffing.
"Sorry, Bianca," Aadhira said. "I was meeting Lila." Bianca had black hair that bobbed at her shoulders, greenish-grey eyes, a white shirt, and a jean skirt. She had black slip-on shoes and white paint on her nails.
"Oh, so you're the new girl," Bianca said. "I'm Bianca." Bianca held her hand out for Lila to shake like she had seen her Papa do when meeting new people. Lila took it.
"I'm Lila." A smooth smile slid across her face. Her first to acquaintances. Not friends, acquaintances. Her mother said to save her from heartbreak, don't get too attached in the beginning.
But, her heart said, "Friends."