Chapter one. a new home

It was September first when the first day of my best and worst 3 years started…"Here we are'' my mom said "clarion academy" "WHY DO I HAVE TO GO!!!" "It will be good for you Echo" mom said. My name is Echo miller and I am a good actor, like a REALLY good actor. And I REALLY want to go to this school because I am lesbian, I like girls and I do not want to go to a school with BOYS, my mom has know Idea that I am lesbian. I have brown hair in two little buns with 2 pieces curtaining my face. And I am wearing a white crop top under a jean jacket. jeans the same shade. It HAS to match of course white sneakers suitcase handle in one hand and a mysteriously lumpy purple duffle bag, phone in the other, connected to ear buds in my ears next to my hoop earrings, listening to my favorite song which is more than a friend by GIRLI.

I step into the school after LOTS of goodbye hugs, tears and kisses. The first thing I see is a teacher with a clipboard. Her name tag says Mrs. Berkley greets me and asks my name, the usual stuff, but then she directs me to a group of chatting girls. a bossy looking preppy girl wearing a white button up with a collar and jeans that looked aggressively ironed and she has long blond hair with fancy little clips in it said to me "hi I am Rachel and I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to be your friend but first on a scale from 1 to 10 how much do you believe in God 1 being no I THINK he is not real and 10 being omg how could you NOT know he's real" "uhhh 2" I respond confused, Rachels little group all gasped and one actually fainted Rachel gave me a VERY dirty look and walked away

there were mostly blacks grays and whites of the clothes in my group but one girl caught my eye she had long red hair like Ariel and it was in a braid over her shoulder a bubble gum pink sundress and a jean jacket over that with custom patches, water melons, suns stuff like that and when she turned and I saw her face the most beautiful crystal blue eyes I have ever or will ever see and freckles across her nose across her nose and cheeks were a bit pink I looked away when she looked at me, embarrassed

I noticed the other half of the gigantic hall were groups of boys. I thought this was a girls only school. That's why I agreed to come. Why were there boys there? but just then Mrs. Berkley stood up and clapped loudly, surprisingly everyone quieted down immediately "alright children form two lines facing me." Another surprise was that every one immediately formed the two lines "girls on the right boys on the left" she said pointing an elegant finger, first to the right side of the hall then to the left. "Heads take your group to the dining hall. helpers bring bags to dorms."

The dining hall was a monstrous room with a stage at the front and ten long tables several doors at regular intervals along one wall that must lead to the kitchen. a man and mrs. Berkley walked up on stage and told us the rules and schedule of the school I almost fell asleep but I heard the important stuff: the school day ends at 4:30 pm and your first class is at 9:00 am, astronomy is at 10:00 pm, curfew is you have to be in your dorms by 8:00 pm, unless you have a note to go to the library from a teacher, and you can't go get breakfast or leave your dorm until 6:30 am even with a note. And you can't run off without your buddy aka your room mate and you can't get expelled. The only way you can leave the district is if your parent or guardian withdraws you. The punishments are stuff like chores and helping teachers also we get assigned to BOYS as our partners for all school work. I am doomed!!!

form lines of 10 and head to our first class the girls head to a door on the right the boys head to the left we head down lots of hallways to art class. There was a teacher called Mrs. Jones shows us an orange on a stool with various leaves around it. "Alright girls, the colors you will need are at your tables. I want you to replicate this still life of an orange." I raised my hand "but what if we want to make it blue or pink or-" Mrs. Jones cut me off "no no you must paint the orange as it is. there will be no hideous purple oranges in my class. it is called an orange for a reason you know." "But what about creativity" the crystal eyed girl said indignantly "no no it is not creativity it is disobeying instructions from a teacher and if you goof off or paint with incorrect colors in my class you will get detention on your first day ms. Echo Miller ''wha- fine" I said frustratedly I painted the orange orange. But Mrs. Jones had made a terrible enemy.