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Chapter ThreeI shivered as I took my clothes off and stepped into the shower. The water was warm and strangely comforting after my visit with the principal. I hated to admit it, but the principal kind of scared me. I mean, I'd just met her and she already hated me. It was so confusing. I sighed as I put shampoo in my hair. This meant I'd have a harder time fitting in then usual. Usually its really hard for me to fit in at a new school, but with the principal out to get me it'll be worse. I washed the shampoo out and put some conditioner in my hair. It's just not fair. I don't have any friends, and now, the one place I'll be staying at for a while, I don't even want to go. I washed the conditioner out, and turned the shower off.
"Calm down Stella." I told myself as I wrapped a towel around myself and looked into the mirror. "You're completely over reacting about this." I then left the bathroom and proceeded to my room, where I got dressed. I looked around, and decided to unpack. It might make me feel better about everything, and would at least get my mind off this whole 'Queen High' ordeal.
So I went to the nearest box and ripped the tape off the box lid. I was surprised, yet glad, to find it was my CD player and CDs. I plugged it into the wall and put a CD on. It was nice, listening to some of my music again. One thing I'd found, which probably didn't help me fit in, was that I loved punk/rock and gothic music. I also dressed in a lot of black, but that's beyond the point.
A few hours later, I felt better as most of the boxes had been unpacked, and my walls were covered in posters, song lyrics and morbid poems I wrote every now and then. It felt more homely now. It felt like it was mine.
"Stella," my dad said walking in, he then saw my room and smiled. "Wow, you unpacked!"
I nodded. "Yeah, I felt like unpacking…so I did."
"It looks good." My dad admired. "Anyway, I'm going to the store, do you want anything?"
I shook my head. "No, I'm fine."
"Well, okay." Dad smiled and hugged me before leaving.
Once he'd gone I shut my door and laid on my bed, suddenly tired from everything. I decided to just rest my eyes for a minute…
"Stella, dinner?"
'What?' My eyes snapped open at the sound of my father's voice. I looked around and found it was considerably darker than when I closed my eyes. I looked at my alarm clock and gasped. 7:30pm, shit it was late.
"Stella!" Dad called out again and I groaned.
"I'm ―"
"―Coming." I yelled out as I climbed over my bed, to get to a pair of jeans. I pulled them up and put on a black t-shirt and a black jacket over the top. I quickly ran a brush through my hair with one hand, and shoved a bunch on books into my school bag with the other.
"Stella Louise White, if you're not down here in three minutes, I'm leaving without you." My dad called out and I cringed as he used my middle name. I quickly lined my eyes with eyeliner and ran down the stairs, tripping on the last step and was sent sprawling onto the ground.
"I'm here." I called out as my dad looked at me and shook his head. I could practically hear him asking himself 'where did I go wrong?'
I just grinned and followed him outside, jumping in the front passenger's seat. Dad put his suitcase in the back and got in the car, he started the engine and reversed out of the driveway. I was fighting the urge to put my feet up on the dashboard, but I knew he hated it, and really didn't want to get on his bad side this morning. Instead I put the radio on and some rock music blared from the speakers. I grinned, this was the best wake up call I could have. Music pumping through my veins did more then coffee ever could.
Dad just shot me a disapproving look and turned the music down a little. I turned to look through the window, hiding my grin. Usually he just turned the music off, so this was like a victory for me.
"We're here." Dad said, and I jumped in surprise as I realized I was at my new school.
"Stella." Dad said, and I turned to look at him.
"Yeah?" I asked, and he squeezed my shoulder. "Have a good day."
I grinned brightly. "I will." I then got out of the car and continued to grin until he was out of sight. I then dropped the grin and headed towards the office, praying I wasn't gong to see the principal there.
I was in luck, as the principal was in here office, so I got to speak to her secretary. The secretary was a young, blonde model look-a-like. She seemed nice, and was definitely smarter than most model look-a-likes.
"Hello, how can I help you, sweetie?" She asked perkily, like she'd had a few too many cups of coffee that morning.
I tried not to cringe at being called sweetie. "Hey, I'm new here and just came to get my timetable."
"Sure thing, darl. What's you're name?"
"Uh…Stella White." I replied, shifting my weight uneasily.
"Okay, I'll just go print your timetable off for you, I wont be a minute." She then got up and went to the printer on the other side of the room. I stood there uneasily waiting for the secretary to come back. After a few minutes she returned with my timetable.
"There you go, sweetie. I hope you have a nice day." She smiled again, and I had to use a lot of self-control to stop myself from fleeing the room.
As I walked down the halls, I looked at my timetable. Monday morning 8:00am, English, E12.
I sighed and headed towards E building. As I was walking I ran into a guy.
"I'm so sorry." I said, then looked up and realized he wasn't another student, but the janitor. I blushed an even brighter shade of red, and he laughed.
"Don't worry about it."
I must admit that the janitor only looked about 19, and was quite cute.
He smiled sincerely. "I'm Hunter."
I grinned. "Stella."
"Welcome to Queen High, Stella."
I nodded. "Thank you."
As I walked away from the cute janitor, a grin formed on my face. My first day at Queen High begins.
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Kuyaga: Yeah, death to suck ups! I love that you love this story
Dragonblade Goddess: Yes, the queen is a witch. Don't worry, you'll find out about Bella in the next chapter. Oh, and the Dwarves...they rock, I love the dwarves! Also, loving the name, it rocks!
Pyrate Rose: Yes, lots more tention to come. And I'm loving your name, its so cool.
Alenor: Yes, the principal is quite mean. She has some funny lines in future chapters though.
Nosilla: Yes, hugs for Stella. She gets it rough...but then she meets the dwarves and its all good again...or is it? dun, dun, duh..
LeeAnna: Okay, yes I like constructive criticism, but I dont mind getting praise...bring on the praise...