Always On The Move
Chapter 2
She curled up in her periwinkle and magenta blanket as she lay on her bed in her new room. Tomorrow was a new day in a new place in a new school. She sniffed back the tears and tried to calm her fears. She would be invisible and get on with it because it a few months she'd probably be gone again. She wouldn't be in this fantastic house with a balcony of her room or her own en suite. She'd be off in Brooklyn or somewhere else.
Tomorrow she would be an East High Wildcat.
She curled up in her over sized t-shirt her bare legs gazing the soft blankets. It was warm and cosy and then her alarm bleeped sending her back to reality time to get ready for her (what felt like) millionth first day.
She was nervous as she walked into East High she felt everyone was staring at her but as she glanced around everyone was greeting friends about the holiday. Only one person was looking in her direction, a guy with shaggy brown hair and a cute smile. She quickly looked away and headed in the direction of the office but when she glanced back the guy was still watching her.
Her classes went out for the classes she had already do the work she could do again easily or trade in her old work for it. For those classes she hadn't already done the work at her old schools she knew she could get caught but pretty quick. On the plus side no teacher called her up to introduce herself, she just had to speak to each other and say what she had done and not done of what they had done that year. All in all when she left that day she five English assignments as all her old schools had obviously followed a different curriculum. Two maths assignments, one art and three science assignments.
When she got home, her mother's car was no where to be seen and neither was her mother. After making and eating a ham and cheese toastie, Gabriella headed for a shower before starting on her assignments.
At nine o'clock at night she lay in bed her face down cast.
"Hey," came a voice.
She sat up shocked, flicking her bedside light on. By her balcony door stood a boy, a boy she recognized but could not place. She'd forgotten to lock her balcony door.
"Sorry," apologized the boy.
"Do I go to school with you?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said. "I'm Troy Bolton."
Gabriella nodded.
"Basketball?" asked Gabriella.
"Yeah," answered Troy. "I'm sorry I could see you though my window and you looked sad. So I thought I'd come over and see if you were ok?"
"Not really but I'll live," she smiled sadly.
"Want to talk about it?" asked Troy, coming to sit next to her.
"I can deal," she sighed.
"Come on. It's better to get it out then bottle it up," smiled Troy.
"This is my twentieth school," said Gabriella, suddenly. "Mum's a lawyer up at dawn home after midnight gets moved around a lot. So I have to start a new school nearly every other semester. I want to be able to make plans, throw caution to the wind. I have never been on a date, I've never been to a school dance and I've never made plans to do anything days, weeks or months into the future."
"I loved it at first," she whispered.
"But now you're getting sick of it?" asked Troy.
Gabriella nodded.
"I'm so tired," she whispered, her head falling onto Troy's shoulder.
They sat and talked about her assignments, school and the places she'd been till midnight and soon she fell asleep next to a kind stranger who would have a massive impact on her future.
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Gabriella Somerfield