This chapter is about Charlotte's first day of senior year at Valencia High School( an actual school). I'm thinking of putting her in 5 different activities: art program, softball team, swim team, debate team, and/or choir. I want you guys to choose which one you want her to be in( it can be more than 1 and only these 5 activities). This story is in her POV. One last thing: NO HATING ON CHARLOTTE!

Charlotte's POV

Beep! Beep! Beep! Bee-

Smack!

I woke up and looked at my alarm clock. 8:30 am. I groaned.

I'm still in the Georgia time zone, I thought as I sluggishly got out of bed.

You see, while it's 6:00 in Georgia, it's 5:30 in California. But even with the 30 minute time difference, I still had to take a shower before 7 or else I wouldn't have enough time to do my hair, which has grown a lot over 12 months. Still feeling sluggish, I hauled myself out of bed, only to hit the floor.

Ouch! I thought.

Though I was still groggy, the fall gave me enough energy to walk into the bathroom. As I turned on the shower to warm, I discarded my night-clothes and got in. At first, I suddenly felt dizzy, like I was about to faint and pass out. Thinking it was just the water and my head, I shrugged it off and continued to wash my body. Then, right as I was in the middle of washing my hair, I heard it.

Charlotte...

I froze. Where is this voice coming from?

Come back to me Charlotte...

"It's all in my head, it's all in my head, it's all in my head..." I muttered as I quickly finished washing my hair and turned the water off.

I waited. And waited. And waited. The voice didn't come back and I shuddered.

"Freaky," I muttered.

After putting on my bathrobe, I went to the sink and did my morning ritual: brushing my teeth, washing my face, blow-drying my hair, etc. After that, I went into my bedroom and changed into my school clothes I brought from my closet: a red, long-sleeve plaid shirt with a white t-shirt underneath, ripped denim jeans, and white vans. Then, I spent a few minutes putting my hair into a braid that slung over my shoulder. I looked at the time. 7:30 AM.

Good, she thought, I still have 30 minutes to eat. With that, I grabbed my leather satchel and left her room.

"Mom," I said as I stuck my head into my mother's bedroom.

Empty. There was evidence that my mom had been here, like the smell of her shampoo and the bathroom door opened. But her bed was made and her work stuff was gone. So, I assumed she was in the kitchen making breakfast, assuming she brought groceries.

"Mom?" I asked as I entered the kitchen. She wasn't there, but I found a McDonald's pancake platter with a note attached to it. I opened it and read:

Charlotte,

I'm sorry I couldn't be with you for your first day of school, but the boss called me in, saying my presence was needed at work early. I brought you some pancakes if you got hungry.

Love you,

Mom

I sighed. I know her job was important and all, heck, at the moment, it was what kept a roof over our heads, but couldn't she have waited to see me before she left? I sighed again and started to eat my breakfast, no matter how much it needed to be reheated.

3rd POV

By the time the bus came, Charlotte was already outside, enjoying the early, orange morning sky. As the bus pulled up, her eyes widened to see who was driving as she got on. It was the bus driver from yesterday.

"You drive school buses too? What else don't I know about you?" she asked. He winked.

"This is during the week and my name's Phil," he said humorously," hey, I wanted to apologize for leaving you in Malibu un-expectantly. No hard feelings?"

Charlotte waved her hand. "Don't worry; I had a great time there. But, next time, could you take me to a mall or something close to the beach?" The bus driver, Phil, nodded.

"Sure, and welcome to Valencia High." She smiled and took her seat.

Sitting next to her was a black girl with long, smooth, black hair and was wearing a blue, flower-print summer dress with 1-inch black stilettos. Her skin was dark brown, but she had a tan that had made her slightly look like a model.

"Hi, I'm Charlotte. Charlotte Watsford," she said, offering her hand. The girl looked up and shook it." I'm Alaine. Alaine Williams."

She nodded."Nice to meet you."

Both girls smiled at each other. The two talked all along the ride and Charlotte was sure the day was starting off to a good start.

When the bus arrived at Valencia, almost immediately, everyone got off. Well, except for Charlotte. Phil wanted to talk to her.

"Hey, if you have any questions while you're here, you can find me on any bus at any bus stop," he said," and if when you're having a bad day, any day, I'll wait outside the school." She raised her eyebrow.

''Don't you have to drive other kids around?"

"I'm free at lunch," he said.

"Well, next time, can you leave me near the Paradise Cove mall next time?" she suggested. Phil nodded.

"Charlotte! Come on!" she heard Alaine exclaim from outside the waved goodbye and headed towards the school.

She had to admit, she was a bit star-struck by the site of the campus. Thankfully, Alaine gripped her hand and dragged her to the inside of the school.

"Come on!" she said, "we have to get to the bulletin board before the Seniors get there!" Before she could ask her what she meant, they finally made it to what seemed like the center of the school.

There was a large bulletin board with tons of flyers and event notices on it.

"Quick! Take out a pen and sign up for something before the seniors come and take up everything!" Alaine said as she searched through her backpack for a pen.

Charlotte started to do the same thing and asked, "Why do we need to sign up for something?"

"The seniors are trying to start taking over the extracurricular activities since, instead of doing these things over their 4 YEARS here, they're in a rush to do stuff to add to their many lists of achievements to put on their resumes. Those idiots."

Before Charlotte could retort to that, Alaine pushed her to the board. As she looked at it, some of the fliers said:

HAVE A LOVELY VOICE? JOIN THE VALENCIA HIGH SCHOOL CHOIR! TRYOUTS ARE ON FRIDAY 9TH FROM 5:30 PM-6: 30 PM!

GOT A GOOD KICK? COME TRYOUT FOR THE LADY VIKINGS SOFTBALL TEAM? ON TUESDAY 13TH, SAME TIME AS CHOIR TRYOUTS! SEE YOU THERE!

HAVE AN ARTISTIC GOOD EYE? HAVE SCHOOL SPIRIT? BE OUR NEXT ARTIST TO PAINT OUR NEXT SCHOOL MURAL! SUBMIT YOUR ENTREES TODAY AND BE THE WINNER WILL BE ANNOUNCED IN JANUARY!

LIKE TO FEEL THE ADRENALINE RUSH IN THE WATER? JOIN THE VALENCIA SWIM TEAM? NEXT WEEK, SAME DAY AND SAME TIME AS CHOIR TRYOUTS!

ARE YOU A VOICE OF REASON? READY TO FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHTS? JOIN SPEECH & DEBATE TODAY! WE ARE FREE TO WALK-INS!

WOW, she thought, I can see why Alaine was in a hurry. The activities here are PRICELESS!

Unsure of what to choose, Charlotte quickly signed up for the activities that sounded great for her.

RRRRIIIIINNNNGGGG!

Lunch.

Never in her whole life has Charlotte ever been thankful to get food in her stomach. The day had not been so pleasant to her, at all.

After signing up for the activities, Alaine found out she was a senior when she looked at her schedule, she simply rejected her like yesterday's trash, saying that she 'lied' to her, when she simply didn't ask her.

Then, during Math, her first class, her teacher called her to write an equation on the board, and some guy thought it was funny to stick his foot out, causing her to fall face flat on the floor, which resulted in a trip to the nurse's office. This caused her to be tardy to her next class, English.

And during P.E., the same guy who tripped her, and got detention for it, though it was fun to use her as a target during a game of dodgeball. Now, she was so sore that her skin was visibly red from the hits.

After paying for my lunch, she decided to eat at a secluded table in a corner for away from the rest of the student body.

Today wasn't her best day after all. While she was walking to her seat, she spotted Alaine sitting down with two other girls. One was a Hispanic girl with beautiful black hair and the other was a blond that reminded her of... Lewis. Only, she was a girl and had her hair in a ponytail and had on widened glasses. They looked like they were good friends, like a sisterly bond that she had yet to understand. Heck, they even had matching bracelets. She'd never seen a band like that since... since she met Cleo, Emma, and Rikki.

Though it's been a year since the 'mermaid' ordeal, 12 months to be exact, since she left in the middle of the year. She couldn't even explain how unbelievably sorry for the way she treated everyone. After she gave back the necklace to Lewis, her mom had sold her restaurant and met some guy, who is now her boss, who gave her a job in America. This resulted in a job transfer to the States. Since then, she never knew where she stood with anyone. She felt guilty about what she did. From stealing Lewis to using her powers to harm the girls, even going as far as trying to take their powers away.

After that, she became depressed. So far that...one day, she was just going to take a nap after she had come back from school and the next day, she found herself waking up in a hospital with her mom lying next to her, her eyes tear-stained. She told her that when she came to check on her, she barely had a pulse. It turned out that, in a way, she was starving herself and her stomach was practically empty. And to make it worse, she didn't remember how it felt.

When she talked to her doctor, he asked her what caused her to almost commit suicide. Charlotte knew she couldn't tell him without exposing Mako, so she told him she was having a hard time, in life. After four months of feeding tubes inside her, she was released with a prescription for anti-depressant pills.

Charlotte didn't realize she was crying until she felt something land on her hand. She looked down and saw the wetness glisten from her hand. Wiping her tears away, she grabbed her half-eaten lunch and threw it away as she rushed out of the cafeteria. She went to find a teacher and tell them that she didn't feel good. Well, that didn't need any more encouragement.

Her eyes were puffy, her skin was red, along with her skin turning pale, and she had a churning sickness in her stomach. The teacher wrote her a pass and wished well. But she wasn't going home. She threw the pass away and headed off campus to find Phil. She wanted to leave. Her mom told her to never run away from her problems. But now wasn't an option. She was about to waste probably countless hours trying to find him... but there was no need. She saw Phil leaning on the side of the bus, waiting for her.

"Hey, Miss Red Skin. There are no malls near Paradise Cove, but that doesn't mean you can't have a good time, right?" he said, "So, you ready to go?"

Okay, this is the end of Charlotte's first day of Senior Year at the high school. Despite was seems wrong, c'mon, everybody has bad days. So, what activities should Charlotte go for? I have a poll on my profile, letting you have a choice on what she's going to do. Read and review!