I DO NOT OWN GOOD LUCK CHARLIE

Monday morning started off with a crash, when a cart collided with Renzia's bed. She slowly opened her eyes to find Gill, the butler, standing in the doorway with an apologetic look on his face. "Sorry Renzia, I know you have to get up early for school, so… enjoy breakfast." She groaned when she realized that's what was on the cart, but gave a small wave goodbye as Gill left to go back to work.

She ate as quickly as she could, feeling awkward when she bent over the cart since she didn't want to eat on the bed. She was amazed she didn't get grapefruit juice in her eye, or drop the spoon. She took her glass of water in the bathroom with her since she didn't have to walk far to get there. It was right next to her walk-in closet.

Renzia brushed her teeth in the dark, so she could watch the toothbrush light up to spell out her name. When it came time to do her hair, she clapped to turn the lights on. She decided to keep her hair as it was naturally. She looked through rows and rows of lipstick until she found her ideal shade, sad she was too afraid to mess up the mirror by testing them out first. That was always fun. Renzia didn't really need mascara, since her eyelashes were so long, and she silently thanked her mother for that one.

Renzia's eyes lit up when she saw her new wardrobe. Designer labels, dress of every color and size, outfits from every decade. Footwear lined the entire closet floor, and there was a full wall dedicated to just pocketbooks. Once again, she was overwhelmed.

She knew her cousin's family didn't spend money like this anymore. Once they had their dream house they were happy, and they found a butler just to make things easier. Renzia was family though, and everything they did for her was in effort to make their house feel like home.

Being in a mansion was like being on another planet, but Renzia would never admit that. Realizing she was wasting time staring into what she felt was a modern-day princess's closet, Renzia picked whatever was closet in reach, and went on with her routine.

Renzia prepared herself for being put on display for new classmates in the front of every room, as she was introduced by the teacher. Only when she got to the front door of South High, she remembered there wouldn't be time for that.

Renzia got through the first three class periods by keeping her eyes on her own paper, and nowhere else. There wasn't a test scheduled that day in math, social studies or science, but Renzia kept quiet anyway. The only people who seemed to notice her were the teachers, when Renzia handed in her work. The reason behind was that she was always the first one to finish.

Spanish class was fourth period, and Renzia could feel her hands shaking as she walked in the door. She wasn't sure why she picked the class. She could speak Spanish as well as she could speak English, but being in the class meant she would actually have to speak. That could be a challenge. Shy as she was, Renzi liked challenge.

Renzia took the first available seat, and a relieved smile spread across her face. She had always had good luck in life. She had never broken a bone or lost any money. She never forgot to bring an umbrella and ended up walking in the pouring rain. This time, her luck was just about the neighbor she found. Someone who wasn't a total stranger. She hesitated to speak since his head was turned the other way, toward the window. Then she remembered the countless times her parents told her it was okay to initiate a conversation, and thought: Say something. First, the obvious. The greeting.

"Hi, P.J." He turned his head to her before she got through her short sentence. "Hey, Renzia." He replied, surprised. The teacher began to talk. Renzia knew the teacher was talking about a project but, of course, she had no idea what that was. Rather than ask the teacher who she'd only known of for a few seconds, she asked P.J. "Um, can you catch me up?" She whispered. "What are we learning?" He tiltled his head so he can whisper back. 'Well, right now we're learning how humiliating it's gonna be when we have to get up here in front of everybody and act out a scene from a novella." R enzia gave a small giggle. Then, she thought about what he said. "Don't you need partners for that?"

"Yeah. That's what she's assigning right now. I just hope whoever I get partnered up with knows what they're talking about, 'cause I don't."

When P.J.'s name was called, he held his breath. The teacher shrugged and said: "The only person left is the new girl." He couldn't help but roll his eyes. "The new girl has a name, you know." "Yes, I do." The teacher replied. "Renzia, welcome to South High." Renzia smiled, just briefly, then turned to P.J. "Well, I… I know what I'm talking about." She told him quietly. "Are you happy?" She asked, hoping he would be, since she was. "Not really." P.J. mumbled, making Renzia draw back, hurt. His eyes went wide when he saw that. "I didn't mean because of you." He lowered his tone to a whisper again.

"The teacher stole my line."

I finally updated, YAY! Next chapter is where the story really starts, I can't wait to write it. The reason I've been so slow with updates is that my laptop is all messed up. Hopefully I'll get it fixed soon, If not I'll just try to type on my computer. Thanks for reading, tell me what you think!