Is this a school or what?

 

 

In the morning, I wake up early and get ready for school. I wear my new Adamson High School uniform and look at myself in the mirror. I just leave my long hair down and put a hair pin on a part of it. I wear my glasses and get my things. I hurried downstairs to have breakfast.

“Excite for first day?” Dad asked Brandon as I came inside the dining room. He was on working attire.

“Quite… I’m going to try-out for football later”, Brandon said smiling.

“How about you Kyle?” Dad looks at me as I take my seat.

“Not really”, I said as I eat my food.

“Are you going to try-out for soccer later?” Mom asked me looking concern.

“Yeah. I won’t miss to do that.” I said half smiling.

 

Brandon and I finish our food and went straight outside. We were shocked as we saw a black Honda Odyssey Pilot. There was a driver in the side who was waiting for us. Brandon and I looked at each other and look at our Dad.

“I know you know how to drive but after what happened yesterday, I guess it iss better to have a driver.” Dad said. As he looks at me, he was grinning. He was teasing me! That’s for sure. I nod.

 

“Were at Adamson high School Sir Brandon, Miss Kyla”, Mr. Railey, our driver told us he park the car in the side of the road. “I’ll be back at 5 o’ clock to pick you up.” He added as we open the car door.

“Thank you Mr.Railey” I said as we closed the door.

 

Adamson High School: the school of the rich and elite children. There are too many cars here. Most of them drive on their own, others have their own drivers. It’s very crowded too.

 

“This is a new environment. You ready Kyle?” Brandon said as he looked at me. He sounded like on some TV shows that encouraging someone to step into the light and have the same feeling as him.

“More like a fashion school for me.” I really hate fashion and following the trendiest outfit. In here, it was like you’re in fashion school. Aside from the school uniform that they were wearing, they’re extending their fashion sense by accessorizing and wearing some paraphernalia’s all over their body. Brandon laughed quietly upon seeing my reaction.

“I got what you mean. Now come on, let’s not be late for the first day.” Brandon told me and starts walking. I ran after him and hold his arm and came to a stop. I look down. Brandon turned to me and looks worried while studying my face.

 

“I…I…I don’t want to be the freaky nerd again who is only talking about chemical equations and scientific notation.” I said still looking down. I’m like a little girl now refusing to go to school. I always have been the nerdy freak at school since we were still studying in London.

 

Brandon, being a tall guy, bends down to level my height. “Just be yourself Kyle. Don’t mind them okay? I’m on your back.” Brandon assures me as a big brother. “Now, let’s get going.”

 

We went inside the school campus. We went straight to the Principal Office. The Principal’s Secretary handed us our class schedule. We met Principal Lee after a few minutes and gave us a brief orientation about the school and got fascinated by our academic records. As he said it, I was thinking of Brandon. I really envy him. How did he do that? Both of us are academically competent and always get to be the top in the Dean’s List way back in St. Michael’s Preparatory School in London, but people still find him cool. Unlike me, I always had been the geeky one.

 

“I’ll see you later at Lunch.” Brandon told me as he went to the other side to look for his locker.

 

I was at the hall with lockers on the side. I was still looking for my locker. The books I’m carrying are quite heavy already. I’m getting bored on locker hunting. I just hope Derek is here to help me, or Joanna or Violett…

“Kyla?” I hear someone call my name. It’s not Derek, nor Joanna or Violett. I look upfront and saw Jacob running towards me.

“Jacob?” I called by surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“I study here. You never mention that you’ll be studying here either”. He replied and my book. “So, what are you looking for?”

“My locker. I’ve been here for 10 minutes and I still couldn’t find it.”

“Let me see.” Jacob took the paper I’m holding. “Locker no.1378. You’re just a few lockers away from me.” He said.

 

He started walking and I follow him. Some people were staring at me and I don’t know why. We went outside where the other lockers where located. The lockers in here are in pastel colors and I find this nicer than the ones inside.

“Locker no.1378. Color light blue.” Jacob muttered as we went nearer to my locker.

“Thanks a lot Jacob. You’re my life saver!” I said cheerfully as I opened my locker.

I stuffed inside my books and duffle bag; I put some things from my backpack inside and closed it.

 

“So, what’s the first class?” Jacob asks as we walk in the hallway. I look at my schedule.

“History at Building C room 305. You?”

“Same. We’re classmates then!” Jacob exclaimed.

“At least I know 1 person today!” I smiled at Jacob.

 

I went inside to my classes and have a good impression so far. Violett was on my History class too. Joanna was on my English and I don’t have any idea if Derek and I will be running on a same class. I ran from one building to the other, from first floor to third or fourth. I’ve been running back and forth from one class to the other. The bell finally rang, it’s time for lunch! I immediately get my books and quickly went outside my math class.

 

The Cafeteria was not hard to find. I can see people coming in and out carrying food from a big door. I went inside. I was a bit surprised seeing how big and fancy the school cafeteria was. It was definitely crowded. As I was looking for my friends, I observed that even elites have cliques too. First were the cheerleaders, then camera clubs, the emos, varsities, bookworms and the likes. Even elites also have status quo? That’s a shock. I saw Violett at the food counter, she’s waving at me, and I wave back and come near here.

 

“So? How are your classes so far?” Violett asked me as I lined up next to her.

“So far, so good.” I managed to answer right away.

 

We get our food at the food counter and waited till we can get out of the counter now. I saw Joanna waving at us from the table. I started walking when I accidentally bump in to someone. I look at him, he looks at me. He was tall, around 6’’ in height. He has short hair. He was staring at me and I can’t help but look down and saw that my juice just spill apart in his vest. I feel like the time stop. Some students stop walking or whatever it is they’re doing and look at us. I look down. I really feel totally embarrassed.