new school, new identity, new target
New school, new identity, new target.
Short story part 1.
The first day at a new school is usually daunting, but not for me. That’s not the way I have been trained. I was brought up on rules. We all were. Rule number one: never show weakness. Well, at least not your real weakness. Rule two: never stray from the information provided. There are more, but these are the most important ones.
I had a shower, and combed my red hair. I decided to leave it down today, mainly to stand out. I pulled on my danisnotonfire t-shirt, which was black with a white circle in the middle, a pair of black skinny jeans, and matching doc martins. I put some black eyeliner on my top lids, and a little mascara, and then walked out of the house I had been assigned.
I boarded to school, my sparkling black waveboard matching my outfit perfectly. This was the first time I’d ever been at an American school, and despite myself, I was excited. Boarding down the deserted road, I received a text from one of my tutors, Zach. “Missin u loads Cam!
"I’ve only just received the assignment, Z!" I got a reply instantly. “I know that, but still! I got one in England, so I won’t see u." “Well txt every day, I promise.” I looked up to see I was nearly there. “I’ll txt u l8r”
The school wasn’t what I was expecting, with its high arches and the words "Colgan High" in gold." I skated to the reception desk, and gave them my name. “Cammie Solomon.” I was told to use my real name, which breaks around 10 rules. It felt unnatural, strange. The blonde lady at reception looked me up and down. I stared her in the eye. She wordlessly handed me my timetable, and I looked for my first subject. Home room. Nodding my thanks, I made my way down the long corridor in search of my classroom.
I arrived in class early, only a few others there. As I walked down towards the back of the class, I got a few weird looks from the students, but I didn’t care. I took a seat right in the back corner, and waited.
Short story part 1.
The first day at a new school is usually daunting, but not for me. That’s not the way I have been trained. I was brought up on rules. We all were. Rule number one: never show weakness. Well, at least not your real weakness. Rule two: never stray from the information provided. There are more, but these are the most important ones.
I had a shower, and combed my red hair. I decided to leave it down today, mainly to stand out. I pulled on my danisnotonfire t-shirt, which was black with a white circle in the middle, a pair of black skinny jeans, and matching doc martins. I put some black eyeliner on my top lids, and a little mascara, and then walked out of the house I had been assigned.
I boarded to school, my sparkling black waveboard matching my outfit perfectly. This was the first time I’d ever been at an American school, and despite myself, I was excited. Boarding down the deserted road, I received a text from one of my tutors, Zach. “Missin u loads Cam!
"I’ve only just received the assignment, Z!" I got a reply instantly. “I know that, but still! I got one in England, so I won’t see u." “Well txt every day, I promise.” I looked up to see I was nearly there. “I’ll txt u l8r”
The school wasn’t what I was expecting, with its high arches and the words "Colgan High" in gold." I skated to the reception desk, and gave them my name. “Cammie Solomon.” I was told to use my real name, which breaks around 10 rules. It felt unnatural, strange. The blonde lady at reception looked me up and down. I stared her in the eye. She wordlessly handed me my timetable, and I looked for my first subject. Home room. Nodding my thanks, I made my way down the long corridor in search of my classroom.
I arrived in class early, only a few others there. As I walked down towards the back of the class, I got a few weird looks from the students, but I didn’t care. I took a seat right in the back corner, and waited.