Suprises in the Snow: Part One

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

When Kate moves to Switzerland she exspects it to be filled with worry. Starting at a new school, with nobody she knows. But a flash of long, dark hair changes everything. Can the tall, handsome stranger always be trusted?

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Suprises in the Snow

Submitted: August 14, 2011

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The first time you do something is never easy. When you first learn to ride a bike, sure you'll fall off a few times, but if you keep practising you'll manage it. The first time you try to bake a cake, it's going to go soggy or burnt, but practise makes perfect. But the first day of school is not something that you can practise or improve. The first day of school is the most nerve wrecking thing that can ever happen. So many questions going though your head. Will I fit in? Will the teachers like me? Will the classes be difficult? Those exact questions as my bus pulled up out side La Chataigneraie, in Switzerland.

As I step out the bus I look up and notice the sign saying "reception" pointing towards a red roofed building. I take a deep breath and start off towards it. I look down at my red pumps, one in front of the other, and try not to feel so sick. I can't help it my heads spinning. Another deep breath. I start my ascent and finally find myself in front of a desk. Why can't I even bring myself to speak? Eventually I spit out a feebly "excuse me."

A cheery receptionist, with short hair, sorted out my details and found a student in my registration form to direct me to my form room. A small boy called Josh reluctantly showed me to the room, pointing out various classrooms as we went, but I wasn't taking much of it in. Finally we reached a average looking science lab. Inside was a bubberly group of spotty teenagers, all chatting in groups. The pretty girls, all fixing their make-up or reading gossip magazines. The 'dudes', making sexist jokes and checking out the pretty girls. The brainy kids, reading the science posters on the wall and hudderling over a book. The musical bunch, playing instruments and listening to I-pods. I looked around them. I didn't seem to fit in with any of them. But then I noticed the small groups of normal looking teens, talking about holidays and new timetables. I suppose I could sit there somewhere. I pull out a wobberly stool on the first row, next to a blonde girl with a sort of smirk on her face. I sit there for about 5 minutes, listening to the blonde girl slag off some girl called Jennifer about her skirt being too short. Finally the form teacher notices me.

"Oh sorry about that. You must be new, my name is Mrs. Lupton, and your name is?"

“Um... my name's Kate,” I replied

“Welcome to the school, Kate. Well let’s see... um Mellissa, can you look after Kate here, she’s new.”

Oh God. It was the blonde girl. I had a funny feeling that she would find something nasty to say about me or someway to upset me. She had this glint in the corner of her eye and a permanent sneer on her face.

“Hi, I’m Mellissa. I hope you get along nicely at this school,” she responded, emphasising the nicely with a sly grin on her face.

Quietly I replied. Mellissa nodded and then went back to talking to her friend. Suddenly I saw a sudden flash of blue, no green, or was it purple? I peered round Mellissa and saw it was a girl’s hair! The girl Mellissa was talking too looked like she had a rainbow on her head. There were bursts of red and yellow and blue and purple and every colour imaginable! There was no way you could tell what the original colour was. Just then the bell rang. I looked down at my timetable, which was in my hand. Oh great, double maths. First thing on a Monday morning and my worst subject. Well all I can do is try...and probably fail.

Mellissa immediately jumped up, grabbed her bag and told me to follow her like I was some little dog. Her crazy haired friend looked over her shoulder sympathetically. We walked down some stairs and outside into another building. There Mellissa pointed towards a door and walked off in the other direction, friend at heel, still looking sympathetically at me. I stop for a moment and think 'here goes.' I push open the classroom door. Its full of teenagers talking in groups, yet again. Everyone has their groups, except me... and this guy at the back of the class room. This school is so typical with all its crowds and stereotypes, so why is this guy on his own...like me. I shake my head. His friends are just not here yet. I look across the classroom. There is one seat next to some girls with too much make-up on and one next to him. 3 guesses where I sat.

"Um, excuse me? Is there anyone sitting here?"

He turned his head to look at me, his long, dark hair flipping out of his face. " no, go ahead," he replied, with a mild Scottish accent.

I sit down and there's silence. I should really try to make conversation. You know just to be polite.

"So where are you from?" I ask, instantly regretting it. Oh my God didn't you hear the Scottish accent!

He didn't seem bothered about my stupidity, " Just outside Glasgow. Moved here last year for my parents jobs. What about you?"

"South of England. Near Southampton. Mum needed a fresh start and the job came up."

Just after that a balding man stomped into the classroom. He dumped a pile of text books on the table and smoothes down his suit. Looking sternly at the class he coughs, clearly and loudly. Everyone stops what they were doing immediately and looked at the front.

"Now I have your attention I'd like to start the class please." He asked looking round the class.

Everyone looked at each other, with that look that says 'we'll talk later.'

"You'll all be needing a textbook. I'm handing round this form for you sign and then you'll get your textbook."

Eventually everyone had a textbook and were soon working on some exercises that the teacher had assigned, whose name was Mr. Carlton. For about 5 minutes I sat there just staring at the paper. I had no idea how to starts this. I mean, who had ever heard of surds? I let out a sigh and dropped my pen on the table.

My neighbour looked at me and said, " need any help with that?"

I smiled and replied, " well if your offering, then yes please."

He shook his head, grinning, and said, "well I'm sorry, you've come to the wrong place. Look," showing me a blank piece of paper, "Maybe you should ask Mr. Carlton."

"What about you?" I answered, "Don't you need help?"

"Nah. I'll be fine. Besides, he doesn't like me that much."

"Why?"

" Well let's just say last year I wasn't his best student," he started laughing, "I'll tell you one day all the things I did ."

" That'll be fun," I replied, smiling. Did that sound like I was asking him out?

"I'm sure it will," he said turning his head back to his book.

I went up to the front to get the teacher to explain and I swear, from under that curtain of dark hair, I could see him smiling to himself.

The rest of the day seems to fly by. Next I had history where I sat next to a boy called Sam. We got along, talking about what we did in the summer holidays. We ended up working together for a class project. Then we had assemblerly and after I had lunch with Sam and a few of his friends. We were all having fun, messing around, but I couldn't help looking over at one guy, with long dark hair, sitting on his own.

That morning on the bus, on the way to school, I looked at my timetable and was surprised to find I didn’t have any lessons that morning. Oh, I remember. In this school we have free periods, for doing homework. But I didn’t have any homework because I had finished my French last night. Hopefully Sam would be around so we could work on our History project. Or at least someone to talk to would be nice. As the bus pulled up to the school I thought of possible things I could fill this time with, but couldn’t think of many. I got off the bus and started walking towards the school. At the same time, a crazy haired girl got out of her car and started walking towards me.

“Hey,” she cried excitedly.

“Hi,” I replied, smiling.

“My names Vanessa by the way,” she said, twirling a piece of her rainbow hair, looking like she had something to say. Eventually she blurted out, “Look, I’m sorry about yesterday.”

I looked at her curiously.

“I should have looked after you and showed you around, instead of letting Mellissa walk all over you,” she said, looking sheepish.

“It’s okay,” I replied, “You couldn’t help it.”

“Yeah I know, but I could have made a bit more effort. Anyway today I’m gonna look after you.”

“Thanks! I really appreciate that.” I paused for a while before asking “what subject do you have first, Vanessa?”

“Oh, German. God I hate German! I only took it because my dad made me. He’s German you see.”

Interested to learn more about my new friend, I asked, “But you sound so British?”

“Oh,” she said smiling, “that’s because my mum is from England and I lived there for 10 years.”

We walked to our form room and soon after went our separate ways. I see Sam on the way out and rush over to him.

"Hey Sam!"

"Hi Kate."

"I was wondering if you had free period now, 'cuz I thought we could work on our history project."

"Um, I would love too," He replied, looking slightly worried, "But I have a load of Math homework to finish. Could we work on it in the second half?"

"Oh," I said sighing, "It's just I have nothing to do."

"Well, you could read or something. There's loads of books."

"Awesome," I answered as we entered the library. He was right. There was billions of books. The shelves stacked high, going on for miles. My old school library was a few shelves and a stack of self-help books, with titles like " Dealing with hormones." This library was like book heaven .

Suddenly Sam brought me back to reality, "well, I'll see ya later then."

"Oh, yeah. See ya." Slowly I walked though the isles, looking at all the titles one by one. I saw a thriller that caught my eye and reached out to take it. But as I went to grab it another hand tried to as well. I turned around to see the dark haired boy. "Oh sorry. You take it."

Shaking his head he replied, "no, I've read it before. It's a old favourite of mine."

"Really! Is it good then?"

"Absolutely fantastic! There's this one bit in the middle when... no I won't spoil it for you."

I smiled and said, "Well, thanks for letting me have it. I'll let you know how I like it."

"I'll make sure you do. It's good to get a second opinion on a book like that. Things get a bit complicated around chapter 4."

Laughing quietly I say, " at least it won't be as complicated as yesterdays maths. I still don't fully understand."

"I think I got the hang of it. I could go over it with you, if you want?"

"Sure," I said calmly, although inside I was bursting with excitement.

I grabbed my bag and we walked over to a free table. We sat down next to each other and we both got our books out. Are my hands shaking? Snap out of it! I opened my book to a blank page and took a deep breath.

"So if we turn to page... 147 was it?"

"Yep," I replied. I can't believe this is happening to 'boring bookworm, shy Kate.' Me with this mysterious guy. It's like some cheesy movie. He probably plays guitar or something. Suddenly, without really thinking I blurt out "Do you play guitar?"

He looks a bit taken back. I shouldn't of said that! But then he started to laugh and replied "Yeah actually. How did you guess?"

"Psychic powers," I answered laughing, "one thing I am good at."

"No," he said, shaking his head, "you'll be good at maths once you understand it,"

"And I'm sure you'll make sure of that." We both looked at each other smiling. Things are going to be alright at this school after all.


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