Sandry walked into Creative Sewing about to burst. She had only been
at school for three minutes and already the students were making her life a
living hell. She thought being the new girl was hard; try being the
President's great-niece who is living with him. She opened up her notebook
and started sketching outlines for a dress; it was a great stress reliever,
but it couldn't stop the tears from forming in her eyes.
"Are you ok, Sandra?" her teacher, Miss Lark, asked.
Sandry jumped at the sound of a voice. She looked at her drawing that was starting to resemble a gown looking like it was from the Middle Ages…it had a big pencil mark through it. She must have jerked the pencil when she jumped. She looked at her teacher.
"It's ruined." She simply replied.
"Some into my office, sweetie."
Sandry simply fallowed her, taking her stuff with her.
"Sit, down." Miss Lark said offering an open chair. Sandry accepted. "Tell me what is wrong."
"Everything. I come her to start a new life and it all blows up in my face!" She blurted out. "My parents are dead. Then I get sent here, where I have no friends, and now everybody knows I am living with the President!"
"Is that such a bad thing?"
"Yes! A boy knocked all my books out of my hands and told me to go get a bodyguard. Everybody stares when I walk down the hall. I am a freak!"
Miss Lark handed her a tissue. Sandry hadn't realized she was crying.
"You just have to accept who you are. Those other kids are just jerks, don't listen to them. They are just immature and can't handle that you have something that they probably wont ever get."
Sandry sniffed and wiped her eyes causing her notebook to fall out of her lap.
"Great. Now my make up looks like crap."
Her teacher smiled at her and picked up her open notebook from the floor.
"You drew these?" she asked.
"Yes. I am fascinated with that time period."
"These are wonderful! You know, I give out extra credit to those who make their own outfits. Not shirts or pants because they are too easy, but this could get you lots of extra points if you make them. Well better get class started. You can always come to me if you need anything, Sandra."
"You can call me Sandry."
"You can call me Lark."
Sandry grinned as she wiped away the remains of her tears and walked out of the office.
~~~
"Did you read the paper?" Briar asked as he shoved the front page in front of Tris' face at lunch.
"Yes, I read it, so get the damn thing out of my face!" she told him.
"I would have never guessed that she was living with the President!! She seemed normal."
"Whatever. You haven't even spoken to her."
Remembering his promise, he let the comment slide.
"Well maybe I should. She probably needs a friend, or two…"
"No way. She probably wouldn't like me anyway. I am a geek and she is related to the President for god's sake."
"You wont know until you try."
"I don't like the sound of that."
~~~
It was the end of school and Sandry wanted to get out of this hellhole. She took a step outside and found out it was a big mistake.
"Sandra, what brings you to Iowa?"
"How is this school?"
"What is it like living with President?"
"How do you feel after your parents' death?"
Sandry couldn't take it. She shoved through the crowd of reporter and broke out into a dead run. Screw her car. Screw them. She was getting out of there.
She was several blocks down when the wait in her backpack shifted and she toppled over. Great, she thought. Her jeans were grass stained. She brushed off the dirt from her black tee and got up, tears streaming down her face.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned around startled.
"It's ok. We have both lost our parents." Briar said. He had a red-haired girl behind him.
A/N: I LUV YOU BABOOSHKA! This one's for you!!
"Are you ok, Sandra?" her teacher, Miss Lark, asked.
Sandry jumped at the sound of a voice. She looked at her drawing that was starting to resemble a gown looking like it was from the Middle Ages…it had a big pencil mark through it. She must have jerked the pencil when she jumped. She looked at her teacher.
"It's ruined." She simply replied.
"Some into my office, sweetie."
Sandry simply fallowed her, taking her stuff with her.
"Sit, down." Miss Lark said offering an open chair. Sandry accepted. "Tell me what is wrong."
"Everything. I come her to start a new life and it all blows up in my face!" She blurted out. "My parents are dead. Then I get sent here, where I have no friends, and now everybody knows I am living with the President!"
"Is that such a bad thing?"
"Yes! A boy knocked all my books out of my hands and told me to go get a bodyguard. Everybody stares when I walk down the hall. I am a freak!"
Miss Lark handed her a tissue. Sandry hadn't realized she was crying.
"You just have to accept who you are. Those other kids are just jerks, don't listen to them. They are just immature and can't handle that you have something that they probably wont ever get."
Sandry sniffed and wiped her eyes causing her notebook to fall out of her lap.
"Great. Now my make up looks like crap."
Her teacher smiled at her and picked up her open notebook from the floor.
"You drew these?" she asked.
"Yes. I am fascinated with that time period."
"These are wonderful! You know, I give out extra credit to those who make their own outfits. Not shirts or pants because they are too easy, but this could get you lots of extra points if you make them. Well better get class started. You can always come to me if you need anything, Sandra."
"You can call me Sandry."
"You can call me Lark."
Sandry grinned as she wiped away the remains of her tears and walked out of the office.
~~~
"Did you read the paper?" Briar asked as he shoved the front page in front of Tris' face at lunch.
"Yes, I read it, so get the damn thing out of my face!" she told him.
"I would have never guessed that she was living with the President!! She seemed normal."
"Whatever. You haven't even spoken to her."
Remembering his promise, he let the comment slide.
"Well maybe I should. She probably needs a friend, or two…"
"No way. She probably wouldn't like me anyway. I am a geek and she is related to the President for god's sake."
"You wont know until you try."
"I don't like the sound of that."
~~~
It was the end of school and Sandry wanted to get out of this hellhole. She took a step outside and found out it was a big mistake.
"Sandra, what brings you to Iowa?"
"How is this school?"
"What is it like living with President?"
"How do you feel after your parents' death?"
Sandry couldn't take it. She shoved through the crowd of reporter and broke out into a dead run. Screw her car. Screw them. She was getting out of there.
She was several blocks down when the wait in her backpack shifted and she toppled over. Great, she thought. Her jeans were grass stained. She brushed off the dirt from her black tee and got up, tears streaming down her face.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned around startled.
"It's ok. We have both lost our parents." Briar said. He had a red-haired girl behind him.
A/N: I LUV YOU BABOOSHKA! This one's for you!!
