Well, here's the second part of the chapter. By the way, I fixed the problem in the last one. Apparently, the site edited out the YT link (guess they have problems with people putting links in the chapters or something) but yeah, the name of the song is now named at the end of the chapter so you can look for it on YT yourself. Again, I apologize.

Anyway, hope you enjoy this one!

A Day In the Life

Aka, A Day In the Life of Connie Maheswaran

The alarm clock rang, Connie Maheswaran's eyes opened, and her hand struggled to find the off switch.

It's been four months since the incident back at her old school and since she's been living in Shellpoint ever since in her new home, a townhouse attached to multiple others that looked just like it, three floors each one with a patio door on the second and the garage pretty close to the front door. It looked nice, she thought, though she wondered how long she would be here before she had to move again. She wasn't in the last house very long, just a few years. A few very long years that might as well felt like ages. No real memories were made there anyway apart from all the books she read in her room, so nothing of value was lost.

It was 6:30 AM, school started at 8:30, and her parents had already vacated the premises. Her mom always left around 5:30 while her dad took off immediately afterward leaving their still sound asleep daughter on her own. Connie never complained though. In fact, she never really said much. She always and yes and no to her folks and talked when needed to but that was it. Anyway, she got out of bed groggily and a yawn escaped from her mouth as she stretched her limbs, then got her glasses from the counter near her and placed them on. She always made her bed immediately afterward so her parents wouldn't have a field day with her about how her future's destroyed simply because of a messy bed. Once she arranged the pillows last, she entered the bathroom where a shower awaited her. As the warm water hit her hair and skin, she'd either stand in the tub or sit, depending on her mood. In this case, she sat hugging her knees and watched the water go down the drain silently, well, as much as she could without her glasses anyway. She'd do her hair, all the typical morning stuff that was basically her routine. She picked out her wardrobe, a blue t-shirt and jean shorts, and sauntered downstairs.

She prepared her lunch and set it along with her other bags that she'd be taking to school with her. She then poured herself a bowl of a cereal involving bran flakes, raisins and almonds as her parents never let get any of the sugary cereals kids her age usually ate for breakfast and ate away. A book near her was open and she pulled it nearer to her. She had time to read a chapter while she ate. This was one she had started reading, she had heard kids talk about it in the library but never got around to doing so. Now she wished she had read this earlier as the third book was now out and she was only on the first one. But it's okay, she could finish this book in no time and be all caught up within a week if she wanted to. But it was no doubt, "The Unfamiliar Familiar" was slowly becoming one of her favorite books.

Afterwards, she brushed her teeth, got her backpack, sports bag, and violin case and headed out the door, locking it. She waited for the bus along with everyone else, not really saying much and just looks at the ground, or at anything else really. When she got on the bus, she read some more. No one ever sat next to her, how can they when she uses the extra space for her other stuff? Other times, she didn't read and would rather look out the window at the new environment she was in, seeing how different it all was from her old home. It could also be she just looked out because she knew the next chapter was long and didn't want to get to school halfway through it. It was kinda bad luck to stop in the middle of the chapter.

When she got to her class, she organized her desk and sat quietly until the bell rang. Everybody else was busy talking to someone either next to them or walking towards their specific companion. Connie never really talked to anyone, nor did anyone really approach her. No one really approached her at her old school either, except for maybe bullies, something she hasn't come across yet in this school.

When the teacher came in, she immediately began with her lesson. The day would always seem to go fast for Connie as she sat down and listened to everything the teacher had to say. She pulled out her books whenever needed, turn the page, take notes, write down what's on the board, all that stuff. She'd never raise her hand though, something she did a lot back then and the teachers would commend her for it. The other girls however, didn't. So she chose not to call out attention to herself and be a target again. The teacher would sometimes talk to her, ask her whether or not she was okay or being comfy in the classroom. Connie would just say yes or no and that was it, again, not saying much. The teacher would just leave it at that and let her go on her day.

Lunch was the same as last time, alone in the back of the room in one of the extra tables, sitting quietly, occasionally reading. Other times, she'd look at the other kids, boys and girls, eating and talking in groups, laughing, all that fun stuff. Others walking around joining others and being the temporary center of attention as everyone greets them. Connie scanned around a bit more and noticed other groups, sometimes just boys, others just girls. Some tables were empty and had two or three people on them, the friends that didn't really fit in with anybody but somehow found each other under all the chaos and stuff. She always wanted to find someone like that, someone who shared her interests, personality and if not, then was somehow okay with it. But she didn't do so well at that anymore, or maybe she never was. She hoped there wasn't anything wrong with her. The end of the table showed a boy and a girl about her age eating together not really saying much but still smiling at each other. They occasionally spoke but she couldn't make out what they were saying. One thing she did notice is that they found a way to eat with one hand and hold each others. They did this under the table so that no one else would notice. Connie did however, a small blush escaping her cheeks and her eyes looking back down at her halfway finished sandwich.

After basically a repeat of the first part of school, the bell rang at 3 PM and everyone ran out of the building. School however wasn't done with Connie as her parents wanted her to keep busy. Before they moved, they wanted her to be more active as well as proactive because, you know, staying at home and studying or reading simply wasn't good enough for them. So her mom suggested music, hence the violin. She started taking lessons shortly after the semester began, privately with one of the music teachers. She was nice enough thankfully, but again, Connie would just say whatever was needed and that's it. She caught on pretty quickly and was looking forward to the more advanced stuff. She could play some stuff so far, just the easy songs though. She was looking forward to the Classical stuff like Pachelbel and Beethoven and so on.

An hour after lessons were over was tennis practice. She already had her clothes on as she refused to go into the locker rooms to change. Practice would always run about 45 minutes and the teacher would just teach her and a group of others how to hit the ball and where to stand. Again, Connie never spoke to any of the kids there learning, nor would she say anything to her partner, except the occasional 'sorry' if the ball hit her when she would get distracted. She picked it up easy, learning the pattern and knowing the difference between 'forehand' and 'backhand'. Overhand was a little tricky but she got that down once she realized it sounded a bit brutal. So when the coach would should 'overhead!', she'd whisper 'deathstrike' as her arm came down to swing the ball to the other side. The coach was alright, not competitive or anything. Then again, the semester just started so she's probably just warming them up before the real stuff begins. For now, they're just practicing with no real trouble laying ahead of them. Still, was it something worth looking forward to? Her body was already enjoying the muscle pains that her body was doing and wished it was back doing violin stuff again.

Once practice was over, she'd shake her companions hand and everyone else would go hit the showers. Connie however would go out the exit doors with everything on her and avoid being seen or talked to. Because the buses have all but left, she would walk home. She would've taken her bike with her but she didn't want to risk falling off under all the weight she was supporting. It would take her about twenty to thirty minutes to get back home. She didn't like crossing the street and would immediately run once the DON'T part of DON'T WALK would disappear, sometimes with books falling out of her bag or dropping something and having to turn around and pick it up before it was too late. Funny, she loved reading about these parts in books, but she hated living them.

She weakly dragged herself into the house, let her stuff drop to the floor as well as herself. Ouch, she thought. At least she was done for the day, and with the rest of the week too. She got back up, a bit strained while doing so, and took every piece of clothing off her as she headed for the shower. A few minutes later, she got into something more comfortable and headed downstairs. She got an apple from the fruit stand and laid back on the couch to where the remote was. It was 5:30 which meant it was time for her favorite show of all time, "Under the Knife". She had discovered it a while back and would watch it in secret, that is, until her mom caught her and decided from what her daughter told her about it, that it was highly inaccurate to her practice, her being a doctor and all, and wanted nothing to do with it. Connie didn't care however and watched it anyway. It had drama, comedy, romance, and the occasional weird malpractice of sewing someone else's legs where their arms were. She chewed her apple as the characters discussed how to recreate life through a microwave and would show in very grave detail (or as detailed as you can get on television) how it's done. Connie didn't mind gore and violence however as she's seen a lot that her mom's brought in. She would bring very descriptive pictures to study of other patients and anything they have going on that's wrong with them like broken bones, loss of blood, diseases, etc. If anything, this made Connie eat more. That and she hasn't eaten anything since lunch.

Shortly before the show ends, Connie's mom entered the premises, taking off her sunglasses and walking straight into the living room.

"Connie", she sighed. "What did I tell you about watching that garbage. Please shut it off."

Connie shook her head and shut off the TV.

Her father then came in, stumbling inside and nearly tripping.

"Connie" he sighed. "Could you please pick up your stuff here? Nearly busted my ankle."

"Oh", she got up. "Sorry, dad." and went over to get her bags and walking upstairs to her room.

"Dinner's in a few minutes so don't spend a lot of time up there!" her mom called.

"Okay!"

A/N: Really enjoy writing for Connie so far. Look forward to writing the next chapter which I'm hoping has another original song. Until next time! :D