Will Turner was leaning in to kiss me, our lips nearly touching, when-
RING!!!!
"Ah!" I yelled, slapping my alarm clock in frustration until the horrible noise finally stopped.
Groaning, I sat up, not looking foreword to the day ahead of me. I glanced at the boxes scattered around
my almost empty room.
Today was the first day of school, which is hard on it's own, but I was really going to miss the busy-ness of
London.
I had been against moving to America, right from the start, I absolutely hated the thought of leaving
England and my friends. Charlie was even on my side, well, that was until he found out we were moving to
New York. Well, a few hours from the city.
Dad's work transferred him to this small town on the Hudson river, called Widows Vale. When they told me,
I thought they were kidding, but ,alas, here I am six months later in the U.S.
With a sudden defying hunger, I scrambled out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt with 'Love
me. Hate me.' written on it.
Yawning, I made my way to the bathroom and pushed a brush through my long champagne coloured hair,
snapping a hair tie around the back. Feeling respectable, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen.
"Good Morning, love, did you sleep well?" Asked my Mother, Gwen Hampton.
"Yeah, thanks Mum." I replied, accepting the Mocha and toast she handed me.
"I suppose you're excited, first day at school in America, aye, darl?" My dad, Reese, smiled.
As if. "Yeah, really exciting ." I said, smiling back.
Only Charlie could see through my glamour, he knew me better then anyone. Charles is my older brother,
he's in senior year now, while I'm only in year 10.
"Allo Wen, Mum, Dad." Said Charlie, coming in from the back door, newspaper in hand.
"Morning, Charlie." Mum started. "Could you drive Wendy to school with you?"
Charlie tried to resist, but mum gave him the look and he melted. Charlie hated the look, especially since I
had inherited it.
"Sure." He mumbled. Mum smiled in defeat.
***
I was sitting in the Principal's office, opposite Mr Gray, waiting for someone who was supposed to show me
around today.
There was a knock on the door and a girl about my age, with honey streaked hair and wearing a purple
jumper came into the room.
"Ah, Miss Soto, thankyou for taking the time to show Miss Hampton around." Said Mr Gray, as the girl sat
down in a chair beside mine.
"Wendy, this is Alisa Soto, she'll be showing you around for today. Alisa, this is Wendy Hampton, she and
her family just moved here from London, England." Mr Gray continued.
"Hi." Said Alisa, giving me a warm smile.
***
"Who is your homeroom teacher?" Alisa asked as I was stuffing books into my new locker.
"Um.." I checked my info sheet. "Mrs Jacobs." I replied and slammed shut my locker door.
"Oh, cool, you got the same as Mary.K." She said, leading me to a room marked with an 8.
"Who's Mary.K?" I asked her.
"She's a good friend of mine, you'd really like her. She's got a sister the same age as your brother." Alisa
replied, smiling.
"Really?"
"She has boyfriend though. Too bad, he's really cute."
We both laughed for a few minutes until the first bell went, signalling the start of homeroom.
"I gotta run." Alisa said and started down the hall.
"Wait, Can I see you at lunch?" I called to her.
"Sure." She called back.
***
Mrs Jacobs was a kind old lady, with Silver hair and small Amber rimmed spectacles. The first thing I got
from her was a hug, the minute I walked into the room.
"You must be Wendy Hampton, how lovely. My name is Mrs Jacqueline Jacobs." She told me, as I was
released from her tight grip.
"It's nice to meet you." I said, with a smile. I was really starting to like this old woman.
"Well, take a seat, dear." She said, her onyx eyes twinkling behind her glasses.
I smiled again and took a seat next to a pretty girl with auburn hair, and slung my satchel under my chair.
"Hi, are you new?" She asked, eyes shinning with curiosity.
"Yeah." I admitted. "I'm Wendy, my dad just transferred us here from London."
The girl looked impressed. "My older sister's boyfriend is from England. He's really cute."
I laughed. "Where a bouts in England?"
"I have no idea." She giggled. "I'm Mary.K."
I smiled again. Perhaps it wasn't going to be so bad here after all.
RING!!!!
"Ah!" I yelled, slapping my alarm clock in frustration until the horrible noise finally stopped.
Groaning, I sat up, not looking foreword to the day ahead of me. I glanced at the boxes scattered around
my almost empty room.
Today was the first day of school, which is hard on it's own, but I was really going to miss the busy-ness of
London.
I had been against moving to America, right from the start, I absolutely hated the thought of leaving
England and my friends. Charlie was even on my side, well, that was until he found out we were moving to
New York. Well, a few hours from the city.
Dad's work transferred him to this small town on the Hudson river, called Widows Vale. When they told me,
I thought they were kidding, but ,alas, here I am six months later in the U.S.
With a sudden defying hunger, I scrambled out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt with 'Love
me. Hate me.' written on it.
Yawning, I made my way to the bathroom and pushed a brush through my long champagne coloured hair,
snapping a hair tie around the back. Feeling respectable, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen.
"Good Morning, love, did you sleep well?" Asked my Mother, Gwen Hampton.
"Yeah, thanks Mum." I replied, accepting the Mocha and toast she handed me.
"I suppose you're excited, first day at school in America, aye, darl?" My dad, Reese, smiled.
As if. "Yeah, really exciting ." I said, smiling back.
Only Charlie could see through my glamour, he knew me better then anyone. Charles is my older brother,
he's in senior year now, while I'm only in year 10.
"Allo Wen, Mum, Dad." Said Charlie, coming in from the back door, newspaper in hand.
"Morning, Charlie." Mum started. "Could you drive Wendy to school with you?"
Charlie tried to resist, but mum gave him the look and he melted. Charlie hated the look, especially since I
had inherited it.
"Sure." He mumbled. Mum smiled in defeat.
***
I was sitting in the Principal's office, opposite Mr Gray, waiting for someone who was supposed to show me
around today.
There was a knock on the door and a girl about my age, with honey streaked hair and wearing a purple
jumper came into the room.
"Ah, Miss Soto, thankyou for taking the time to show Miss Hampton around." Said Mr Gray, as the girl sat
down in a chair beside mine.
"Wendy, this is Alisa Soto, she'll be showing you around for today. Alisa, this is Wendy Hampton, she and
her family just moved here from London, England." Mr Gray continued.
"Hi." Said Alisa, giving me a warm smile.
***
"Who is your homeroom teacher?" Alisa asked as I was stuffing books into my new locker.
"Um.." I checked my info sheet. "Mrs Jacobs." I replied and slammed shut my locker door.
"Oh, cool, you got the same as Mary.K." She said, leading me to a room marked with an 8.
"Who's Mary.K?" I asked her.
"She's a good friend of mine, you'd really like her. She's got a sister the same age as your brother." Alisa
replied, smiling.
"Really?"
"She has boyfriend though. Too bad, he's really cute."
We both laughed for a few minutes until the first bell went, signalling the start of homeroom.
"I gotta run." Alisa said and started down the hall.
"Wait, Can I see you at lunch?" I called to her.
"Sure." She called back.
***
Mrs Jacobs was a kind old lady, with Silver hair and small Amber rimmed spectacles. The first thing I got
from her was a hug, the minute I walked into the room.
"You must be Wendy Hampton, how lovely. My name is Mrs Jacqueline Jacobs." She told me, as I was
released from her tight grip.
"It's nice to meet you." I said, with a smile. I was really starting to like this old woman.
"Well, take a seat, dear." She said, her onyx eyes twinkling behind her glasses.
I smiled again and took a seat next to a pretty girl with auburn hair, and slung my satchel under my chair.
"Hi, are you new?" She asked, eyes shinning with curiosity.
"Yeah." I admitted. "I'm Wendy, my dad just transferred us here from London."
The girl looked impressed. "My older sister's boyfriend is from England. He's really cute."
I laughed. "Where a bouts in England?"
"I have no idea." She giggled. "I'm Mary.K."
I smiled again. Perhaps it wasn't going to be so bad here after all.