I tried calling mom - wanting to thank her, but her phone was shut.
I stared at my phone for God knows how long, until I gave up.
She is probably working or having a really important meeting. I'll called her next time and thank her.
I got ready for bed, but that didn't stop me from thinking about the fact that this is not the first time that she didn't call like she promised.
I shook my head. I really need to get over this because all that matters is that tomorrow is going to be the first day of school.
High School Bad Boys
Walking into Fortman High School For Excellence made me so proud of myself. And in order to keep my pride, I was very careful about everything I do.
Ok, rules : 1) raise hand in every single class 2) take notes on every single detail that the teacher talk about!!! 3) read more than 385 books this year 4) never get an A- or lower 5) do about 200 or more hours of community service 6) and lastly, try to join an extracurricular activity and not be kicked out a few minutes later because I nearly killed everyone in the room. I thought to myself. And if everything is completely, it would be a perfect year!
I followed the sign to the office and waited on line to get my textbooks, schedule, locker number, etc. just like everyone else.
"Next!" the office lady said. Eleanor Sunshine said the golden name tag printed in classy script.
"Hello, Eleanor Sunshine! I'm - "
"Excuse me?"
"Sorry, Mrs. Sunshine, the name - "
"Mrs.?"
"Ohh, look, Ms. Sunshine, I am new here, I don't know anybody's name and I don't even know how the school work - so when I saw you name tag that printed Eleanor Sunshine, I thought I could call you that because in my old school we call the teacher by their first name. I am truly sorry. And also I thought I could call you Mrs. Sunshine - " Instantly I cut my talking because I was about to say something really mean.
Because you look pretty old to not be married. I finished the sentence in my head.
"Enough talking." she said and under her breath she murmured "What a chatterbox." My jaws dropped. I was just about to tell her that I am not a chatterbox, I just need to explain what needs to be explained when someone on the line shouted, "How goddamn long do I have to stand here?"
Rude much?! I thought taking in deep breaths.
"Would you like to tell me your name?" Ms. Sunshine asked sounding annoyed. I could tell she doesn't like me already so I quickly told her my name to get it over with.
"Candice Rebecca Rose."
" ... Here is your schedule, your homeroom is 604. And here are your textbooks ... 3 books for literature, 2 books for math and science, 1 book for history, music, gym, health and sex ed. and here is the school handbook - I highly suggest you to read it - "
"Where's my locker?" I asked Ms. Sunshine.
She gave me look saying 'I was just about to get to that.'
What?! I'm sorry that I have to ask because I have more than 10 big ass textbooks in my hand.
She hesitated before she answer as if she wanted me to suffer just a little more. "Your locker number is 458 and here is your locker combination." She slapped the little peice of paper on top of my enormous pile of textbooks.
"Thanks." I said weakly and slowly walked out of the office.
At least I got everything I needed.
"Ok, now I just need to find my locker. 458. 458. 458 -- woooah!" I cried as I ran into someone.
"Hey! Watch where you - woah! ... Are you ok?"
I immeditatly started picking up my book without looking up at him.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just fine." I said.
"Look, I'm sorry." he said.
"It's ok, I should be saying sorry." I said and I scrambled to gather all of the books. He bend down to pick up the books and at the corner of my eyes I caught a glance look of his face and I stopped picking up the books.
Holy cow, he is hot. I thought and looked at him again. This time he caught me looking at him and smirked. I blushed. I probably look more like tomatoes than human.
"I'm Brandon." he said touching my hand. My head went completely blank. I can't think of anything - well maybe except the fact that a super hot guy (and the only guy in my 17 years of living) was touching my hand. My hand. My right hand.
"H - hi. I'm C - Candice Rose." I hope I don't sound as retarded as I heard myself.
Than he did the most surprising thing I could think of: he chuckled and walked away, just like that.
Is that what guys are always like? Make a girl feel retared because she couldn't talk to a guy properly and than just walk off? I thought. I thought for a few more minute before I shook my head and started my journey to find my locker.
Just than the bell rung.
"Oh no! Please, please, I can't be late!" I said to myself.
Just image what the teacher will think of me! I just can't be late today - I just can never be late! Ok, Candice, calm down and think. Think. Ok, think ... Ok, since I am going to be late, I don't have time to spare so I guess I would have to head start to class.
And without a second thought, I turned my heels and hurried to class. I settled down just as the teacher walked in. I quickly got ready for class.
The first half of the day went by very quickly. I got through advanced math, advanced history, health and music; now I have lunch and after lunch I have gym, advanced science, advanced literature and sex ed.
I hurried to the lunchroom because I was starving.
