Author's Note:
Bella: I know that Laura is borderline Mary Sue. But remember, never judge a book by it's cover.
Cake Eater: You'll find out soon. There's a very good reason for the name change.
And now! On with the story!!
The rest of practice went very well. No one messed with me, and I managed to slam Riley into the boards 3 times.
I walked into my dorm to find two girls already there.
Hoping they weren't cheerleaders or something, I introduced myself.
"Hi. I'm Laura Morgan."
"Hi. I'm Connie Moreau."
"I'm Julie Gaffney."
"Oh, thank God." I sighed, dropping myself onto my bed. They both looked at me funny.
"I thought I was going to be stuck with a couple of cheerleaders. I can't stand them, too preppy. Especially in the morning."
"Speaking from personal experience?" Julie asked.
"Yes. At my old school, which, unfortunately, was a boarding school, I was stuck with a cheerleader. She woke me up every day at 5:30 in the morning, when she had practice. Then wouldn't let me go back to sleep. I got so fed up with it, that one day I threw her shoe at her, and somehow broke her nose. I got suspended for 3 weeks. Something about domestic violence or something. I wasn't paying attention."
They both laughed.
"We were a little afraid that you'd be a cheerleader." Julie said.
"Nope. Never. Hate 'em with a passion."
"Anything else we need to know about you?" Connie asked.
"I hate math so much that I threw my math book out the window in the middle of a lesson, and walked out. The book hit my principal on the head. That was a few years ago. And I was arrested 2 years ago. Held overnight."
"For what?" Julie asked.
"Disturbing the peace. I ran around my yard screaming at the top of my lungs, for an hour, before the cops came and picked me up. There was another time, when my brother untied my bikini top and it fell off. I was arrested for indecent exposure. The cops in New York really hate me." I started to unpack a box.
"Sounds like it." Connie asked. "What sport do you play?"
"Hockey. But, unfortunately, I'm on the Varsity team. I was at my old school, too. But I hated it. That's why I was so happy to be coming here. I wanted to be on JV, instead. But the coach sent me to see Coach Wilson. So I guess I'm on Varsity. And I think I've already made a few enemies. I may have hit a nerve in Riley, when I punched him." I sighed, unpacking another box, and putting things away.
"You did what?!" they both yelled.
"I punched the captain of the Varsity hockey team because he was pissing me off." I had finished unpacking, I grabbed a pair of pajamas, and some other essentials. "Where's the bathroom around here?"
"Three doors over." Julie said.
I took a quick shower, and pulled my hair into pigtails, and walked back to my dorm.
"I'm going to sleep, ok?" I said.
They nodded. I crawled into bed, and soon after, so did Connie and Julie.
The next morning, they woke me up at 6:30.
"Monkey nails! It's too early to be up." I cried.
"It's not 5:30, is it?" Julie asked.
"Adam stopped by, you have practice in 15 minutes. So get dressed." Connie said.
"Dammit. It's too early." I mumbled. I grabbed a pair of athletic pants, and a pale green spaghetti strap, and a pair of sandals, and got dressed quickly. I practically ran to the rink, after French braiding my hair.
"You're 5 minutes early. Good. Get ready, Morgan." Coach Wilson said. "Nobody else is here, except for Banks and Lank."
"Ok." I said, still a little groggy.
I got ready in 2 minutes, and got out onto the ice to do some laps, something I've always done before practicing.
"What the hell is she doing?" I heard someone say.
"Something I've been doing since I was 5 years old. Skating laps." I said. I put my helmet on and grabbed my stick.
"We don't normally skate laps. Unless we're in trouble." Scooter said.
"It's become a habit, ever since figure- Never mind. It's just a bad habit." I said.
We did a scrimmage, and my side won. Despite the many times Riley and Cole ran into me, or shoved me into the boards, I got right back up. I've always been told to never let them know when you're hurt. It shows weakness.
I got showered, and went to the cafeteria for breakfast. I sat down at a table. No one I knew was there yet. I was almost finished eating when the rest of my team came in.
"God, are you perfect or something." Jake muttered.
"Fuck off. Just 'cuz I'm a girl doesn't mean I take forever." I got rid of my tray and walked out. Then realized I didn't know where anything was, so I had to go back inside and wait for Adam.
He finished before everyone else. "You have all the same classes with me, right?"
"Pretty much. Except…Spanish. I'm in my 4th year of that. I've been taking it since I was in 6th grade."
"So, Biology first." he said. "Let's go."
As soon as we walked into the classroom, the teacher wanted to know who I was.
"I'm --" I began.
"Lauren Walker, a famous figure skater." she said.
"Actually, I go by Laura Morgan now, I quit figure skating a few years ago. And, please don't let anyone know who I am, I don't want to be harassed in the halls for my autograph. I kinda want to keep a low profile." I said.
"Ok. Will do." she said. "We sort of have a seating chart. You'll sit next to Ken Wu, since that's the last remaining empty seat."
I smiled.
Won't he be surprised to see me.
"Ok."
I was right, Ken was surprised to see me, but didn't say anything.
In the middle of 3rd hour, Dean Buckley came over the P.A. system. "Would Madeline Morgan please come to the office. Madeline, to the office please."
The choir teacher kept on playing. I raised my hand.
"Yes?" she asked.
"I have to go to the office." I said.
"Your name isn't Madeline, it's Laura." she said.
"No. It's Madeline Elizabeth Genevieve Lauren Morgan. Can I go now?" I asked.
"Can you prove it?" she asked.
"Yes." I grabbed my license out of my pocket and showed it to her.
"Ok. You can go." she said.
"He's waiting for you, Laura. Sorry about the whole name thing." Ms. Stephens said.
"It's ok." I said. I went straight for the office, and found my dad, brother and Kaylee in his office.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"We need help. She won't stop crying." Caleb said. He's 8.
"Ok. Give me my baby." I said.
"I'm going back to choir now." I said, walking out, carrying my daughter.
"Are you sure you want to take her with you?" my dad asked.
I nodded. "They'll find out soon enough. I think Scooter suspects already. He saw the car seat in my car."
I walked back to choir. When I walked in, everyone stared at me. I guess they've never seen a 16 year old carry a baby into the choir room before.
"Keep staring and maybe I'll do a trick." I said. The bell rang for 4th hour then. I walked back out.
"Who is she?" Connie asked.
"Kaylee, she's 3 years old. She's my daughter." I said.
Sorry for the cliffy guys, but I gotta go to bed. It's midnight.