Life, Lies and Love

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Chapter 2 (v.1)

Submitted: December 16, 2009

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“Are you serious? We are living here?” I asked as I climbed out of the car and Stood before what looked like a mouldy old building.
“Don’t judge a book by its cover Kristy” mum said annoyed. “It has potential. I thought that we could do it up.”
“Sure mum.” I said as I pulled one of my suitcases out of the car. “Which rooms mine?” I would be crazy to think I had a choice in which room I had. Mum’s a control freak.
“Upstairs, first on your right,” She said encouragingly.
I eventually hauled my suitcase up the stairs and opened the door to my room. While I was getting my suitcase up the stairs I made myself a promise to not say anything negative about my room. “Well” I muted to myself as I put my suitcase in the corner of the room, “at least it doesn’t smell as dusty as downstairs.”
The room was fairly big, the paint was peeling off the walls, dust and dirt matted the ceiling fan and the windowsill, and the glass in the window looked like it could drop out at any minute.
“Mum” I said as I made my way back downstairs to get another suitcase, “Why are we living here? Honestly?”
Sighing with defeat, mum said “We needed to be as close to the city as possible and this was all I could afford. But don’t worry; we have enough money left over to give it a bit of a makeover.”
“It’s going to take more than a makeover to get this pile of bricks to look good.” I murmured to myself before lugging another suitcase upstairs.
It was after ten o’clock that night before we got the beds lounges set up.” I’m going to bed.” I told mum as I shoved the last seat cushion onto the lounge. “night” was all I said before heading upstairs.
X X X
 
The weekend went by quickly and before I knew it, it was Sunday night. “Don’t forget you start school tomorrow” mum reminded me for what seemed to be the hundredth time today.
“How could I possibly forget that?” I asked harshly. Mum had shown me the hideous uniform earlier this morning. It was the ugliest thing I have ever seen! A long Navvy blue skirt, a white button up shirt, long white socks – I have never understood the point of having uniformed socks when no one would ever see them under the skirt – with black shoes.
“Don’t you be smart with me miss!” It was almost laughable when she tried to be authoritative. She was terrible at it. Seeing the hint of humour in my eyes, she went on, but without her hands on her hips this time. “Now are you sure you don’t want me to take you to school tomorrow? You don’t have to catch the bus.”
“No mum, it’s fine, really. How hard can it be?”
 
It was the most difficult thing I have ever done! I had to catch two different busses (almost missing the second one) and a train. Luckily, I arrived to school ten minutes early which gave me time to go to the office and sought everything out which meant I wouldn’t have to walk into a class halfway through.
“You must be Kristy Harris?” One of the office workers asked as I walked up to the counter.
“Um, yes. I was told to come here when I arrived at school.” I said nervously as I watched the Lady flick through the files on her desk.
“Yes, here we go. You are in year ten yes? Well, you weren’t when you lived in Ballina, but in Queensland you are. Here is your timetable,” she said passing me a sheet of paper. “I have highlighted the classes you’re in, you know, just to make it a bit easier for you.”
“Er, thanks.” I said a bit miffed. Why should she need to make it easier? It looked simple enough to me. I supposed she was just being extra helpful?
I left the office and headed to my first class, English, which was in T12. Where was T12? After looking around for a few minutes, I decided it was time to ask for help.
“Excuse me Miss, could you tell me where T12 is?” I asked the teacher which was walking past.
“T12? That’s my class. You must be Kristy?” when I nodded she continued “I’m Mrs Flick, your English teacher.”
“Um, hi.” I said as I followed.
“This must be a bit overwhelming for you I’m sure, what with the size of the school and everything.” Mrs Flick seemed like a nice enough lady, young too, probably only thirty four or so. She was very pretty.
“Yeah, the school is huge.” I said as we walked into the classroom which was almost full already.
“Can I have your attention for a minute please?” she asked the class. They all turned and stared at me. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. I didn’t want this attention. I wanted to be invisible. I picked a spot on the back wall and kept my eyes on it, not wanting to look back at everyone. “Class this is Kristy Harris. I’m sure you will all be kind and help her to get to know the school and make friends.” When everyone just kept staring at me Mrs Flick quietly said “there is a seat up the back you can sit in. It’s harder for them to stare if you’re up the back.”
Grateful that she understood, I smiled at her and hurried to take my seat. To my right was a girl that would have been very pretty if her have wasn’t smothered in makeup. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. She wore large hoop ear rings and her nails were painted pink. I instantly picked her to be the queen bee in our year.
To the left of me was a guy with longish blonde surfer like hair. He was tanned with bright blue eyes. Those eyes... they could make anyone melt. He looked at me and smiled. Embarrassed, I turned the other way to see the girl that was next to me giving me a dirty look. I guess they were either dating or she was chasing him, trying to put a claim on him. 
The lesson seemed like it went for hours, every time I went to look up at the bored I would see people starring at me. I was glad I wore my hair down today, having it hanging around my face like a wall. It was a comfort. It helped me feel invisible.
The bell finally rang so I packed my things up and as I was walking out the door, to busy looking at my timetable, I ran into someone.
“Oops, sorry!” I said before I looked up to see that it was the guy who was sitting in the desk next to me.
“Don’t worry about.” He said smiling. “so whats your next class?”
“Science. In lab 8... Where ever that is.” I said hopelessly. It was going to be a long day.
“Oh that’s my class. I’ll walk you.” He said, and we headed off to class. “So where did you move from?”
“Ballina”
“Cool. I have a cousin who lives there.” He said trying to make conversation. “Did you live in town or...”
“No, we had a farm just outside of town. I loved it there.” I said, remembering that last sunrise.
“If you loved it so much, why did you move?”
I had a feeling this topic would come up. It just wasn’t something I was ready to talk about yet. “It’s a long story” I mumbled. Looking for a change of subject I said, “Sorry, but what was your name?”
“Oh yeah, I’m Tye, sorry. I probably should have told you that before. My bad.” We both laughed as we walked into science. That was the first time I had laughed for over two weeks. It felt good.


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