Chapter 2
Dear Jessie,
This school has been alright. I haven’t run into any really big problems. There was this one rude lady who yelled at me, but she seemed like the kind of person who did that a lot and people don’t take too seriously. I mean, I didn’t enjoy it, but it wasn’t the worst. My roommate seems okay, but I haven’t really seen her a lot. Yesterday I had a meeting with a teacher. She showed me and a bunch of other new kids the school and gave us an overview of the school. Since I transferred here this year and all the other students starting at the normal time are younger than me, they acted a little odd around me. Nobody has asked about my hair yet.
I haven’t seen Michael yet. I mean, I saw him, but it was at a distance, and he was talking to some people. I didn’t want to bother him while he was meeting new people and making friends. I know he has trouble in new places, so I didn’t want to bother him. I talked to him yesterday before school though, and I think he just has nerves about living in a new place.
I hope I’ll be able to see you. I’ll probably be able to leave most weekends as long as Mother or Father call the school beforehand since we live close by. There are a few weekends where we have to stay at school and a few weekends and breaks where we have to leave, so as long as you come on a weekend where I leave, I’ll get to see you.
I’ll try my best to make friends.
Miss you!
Messy Flower
I sigh as I stop writing the letter. I didn’t want to bother Jessie, so I watered the story a little bit. I hope she doesn’t notice. Yesterday hadn’t gone all that well.
The short story is that I’d felt horribly awkward being the only sophomore in a group of freshman, everyone thought I was poor because of that rude lady, and Michael was pretending not to know me because I was considered “not cool” by his new friends.
My roommate really had been okay to me so far. I don’t remember her name, and I haven’t talked to her much. She hasn’t tried to shave off my eyebrows or stick my hand in warm water while I was sleeping like my roommate at my old school. I hope that won't change soon.
I glanced at the alarm clock I plugged on my desk. 6:34 PM. I sigh. I really had hoped that this one would work for me. I had just set it to the correct time three minutes ago. I reached over the mahogany desk to grab the alarm clock and glanced out the window. 7:12 according to the clock above the English Wing’s doors. And it was morning. I try to reset the time, but the buttons wouldn't do anything. I groan in frustration.
My roommate, a tall girl with blonde hair, rolled out of bed behind me and crashed onto the ground with a loud thump. I jolted my head up, startled.
“Ouch!” her voice comes muffled from under her covers.
I turn around in my seat. “Are you okay?”
She shakes her blankets off of her head and smiles at me. “Yeah. Sorry about that. What time is it?”
Looking out the window at the clock outside, I notice something odd. Right by the really tall tree Michael and that guy who had laughed at me the other day are talking to each other heatedly. There’s a third guy though and he’s videotaping them. Did Michael join a theatre group or something? My brother confuses me so much. He hates acting.
“Uh, earth to Clarissa? Clarissa? Are you in there?” my roommate jokes. I look next to me where she’s now sitting. I guess I got lost while I was concentrating on figuring out what Michael was doing.
My roommate smiles. She isn’t mischievous looking like my last roommate. Her smile seems more genuine and happy. My last roommate’s smile looked like she was secretly laughing at you, which she probably was. This roommate looks more kind and friendly. It’s kind of weird not knowing her name. Should I ask about it? She might think it’s weird that I don’t remember her name when she remembers mine.
“Um, what’s your name again? Sorry, I forgot what you said it was.” I anticipate her answer like tomorrow’s my birthday and I know she’s gotten me my favorite treat. This is the first question I’ve asked her. Actually, this is the second question I’ve asked her, but I’m not counting the falling out of bed thing, so really, it’s the first. How she answers will probably determine whether or not I’ll have an apathetic roommate or a rude one.
“Oh! I don’t think I’ve told you it yet, now that I think about it. Sorry!” she says enthusiastically. “I’m Rilama. Rilama Brown. You can just call me Rila. I like that better.”
She sticks out her hand toward me. I smile at her while cringing in my head. She’s clearly not apathetic. I shack her hand.
“Nice to meet you.” I glance out the window again. It’s now 7:28. “Sorry, I have to get going right now.”
“Where are you going?” Rila asks, curiously. “It’s only been half a day here, and it’s a weekend, so nothing’s happening today.
Now I had to make an excuse. “I actually live close by the school, so when my parents are in town on the weekends, I can go see them.” I groan secretly in my head at myself. That was the truth, not an excuse! Now she knows that I can see my parents all I want while probably live halfway across the country. Next thing you know, she’ll probably know I’m rich and my hair is naturally blue.
I get up from my comfy desk chair and walk towards the door. “Bye then.”
Rila looks sadly at me. She seems disappointed. She probably already found out. She seems really smart. You’d have to be to get into this school.
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