So hello again! This chapter is short (I know) but I hope you enjoy it all the same! I've become more dedicated to writing this story and I am excited for you guys to find out where it is going! Please review so I know what you think.
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Kiara pulled Massie down a long corridor and stopped in front of the office. "Here we are." She breathed "Main office. Good luck!" Massie turned towards her in surprise, "You are leaving me?" She was ashamed of being so needy when she should be acting nonchalant, but now was not the time to be aloof and alpha-y, she was about to be all alone, in a new school, in a new country. Screw fake confidence. "You are seriously leaving me alone?" Kiara shrugged, "I have to. I'm not allowed anymore late passes. If I am late one more time I will get detention. Sorry, I'm sure you will be fine. Just follow this corridor and you will find the grade nine classes. Bye!" And without another word she was running down the fall, leaving Massie alone and forced to enter the Headmaster's office.
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"I hope you understand that we do not accept any bad behavior or shenanigans of any sorts at KISS Miss Block."
"I understand."
"Tardiness is unacceptable."
"I understand."
"And good grades must be maintained at all costs."
"I understand."
Headmaster Scholls resembled a large gopher. When he paced across his office his large belly bounced and he swung his pocket watch in a very pompous manner. It amused Massie how different he was from Principal Burns, OCD's skinny and bird-like principal.
"Good," he finally concluded, "Now grab a schedule and have my secretary write you a pass, 1st period started," He looked at his beloved pocket watch "Three minutes ago. You should get to class. Run along now."
The secretary had kind eyes and told Massie to have a nice day as she handed Massie her schedule.
1st Period- French III
2nd Period- World History
3rd Period- Algebra II
Lunch
4th Period- Art & Art History
5th Period- Biology
6th Period- Theatre Arts
"Um, Excuse me miss, how do I get to French III from here?"
"Take a right, a left and follow the classes until you get to 109."
"Thank you."
Massie scurried down the hallways at impeccable speed. Normally, she would be down for a fashionably late entrance, but today of all days…
95, 99, 101, 103 – wait, where was classroom 97? Whatever. Get to class, Massie. 105, 107, 109.
Massie knocked on the door tentatively. "Venez vous."
This was it; Massie took a deep breath and entered the classroom. She was greeted by a woman of about sixty with pure white hair. «Bonjour, Je m'appelle Madame Martine. Et vous êtes? »
« Je m'appelle Massie Block. Je suis un nouvel étudiant. »
« J'ai deviné que ça. »
A girl sitting in the back of the classroom with long, straight brown hair and almond colored eyes raised her hand. "Um, Madame, can you maybe speak a language all of us can understand?"
The class snickered at her remark and Massie took the chance to check her classmates out. Her split second analysis was that all the geeks & LBRs sat up front, the betas in the middle and the 'Alphas' in the back.
Madame took of her glasses and rubbed her temples. "How many times will I need to inform you, Miss Smith. This is French three. You should be able to speak the language by now."
"Oh. Silly me." Amelia Smith giggled while twirling her hair and turning her attention towards Massie.
"This is Massie Block, the new student from America. I'm sure you will all be very welcoming. Massie, why don't take that seat between Miss Smith and Mister Ritter."
A chill went through the classroom as Massie walked through the rows of desks to the empty seat in the back. She managed to maintain a cool and unfazed look as she sat down between 'Miss Smith' and 'Mister Ritter' and noticed the aforementioned exchange a surprised and amuse look.
Madame returned to writing notes on the board and the second her back was turned, Massie's desk neighbors had scooted their desks so they were directly next to her.
The boy, who had shaggy brown hair, green eyes, and a strong jaw, extended his hand out for a handshake, "Hello, I'm John Ritter. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Massie."
Wow, this was Massie's country. All the boys where beautiful and no one pronounced her name 'May-see.'
"And I am Amelia Smith."