Riley was on the dance floor moving to Beyonce, suddenly she was shot. She gasped for air, but fell down. The funny thing was there’s no blood on the floor. Seeing a light, she tried reaching it until she heard “Wake up!” She thought people were trying to save her, until she opened her eyes and her mother was over her. “Get ready for school,” the thought of her being dead on the dance floor was scary, but if she were to die, it’d definitely be in the studio. Rosalie grabbed the straightening iron, skinny jeans, and a T-shirt that writes dance all over it. After straightening her hair, she put on mascara, brushed her teeth, then got into the outfit. She would be known as the ‘dance girl’ just by walking in the school.
“Morning’,” Shia said. He wore a blue T-shirt with a button down shirt over it and jeans. His hair was brushed for the first time. “Looking good, Shia.” Rosalie smiled. “Yeah, you too.” Riley said. Whoa, she was being nice. “Okay, you guys be yourself and be nice. Don’t be known as the bully on your first day. Get to know people, join clubs. Come home safely, if you meet friends, then call if you’re going home with them. “Mom, we’ve been to school before. Don’t try and re-teach us everything. Rosalie shouted. “Sorry, have a good day.”
Rosalie, Shia, and Riley all walked to school. They dropped Riley off at Overbrook Middle. “Ready?” Shia grinned. “Ready.” Rosalie replied. They walked into different sections of the high school. Rosalie came into the main office not knowing what to do. “Hi, can I help you?” A perky looking, about 40 year old, red head smiled at Rosalie. “Rosalie Stephens, junior. Just moved in and I transferred here.” She tried to sound nice, but was really nervous. Perky kept on typing and grinned. “Ah, yes. Rosalie Stephens,” she paused. “Yeah, I just said that..” Rosalie murmured. “Sorry what?” Perky leaned in. “Nothing.” “Okay, well I’m calling someone in to direct you to the class.” Perky picked up the phone and spoke, “Yes, can you send a student to direct Ms. Stephens to the class? Yes, she’s the new one. Yes, thank you.” Perky looked up and paused. “He’ll be here in a minute. By the way I’m Mrs. Johnson.” She smiled. “Ok,”
Rosalie sat in the waiting chair, “Hi, umm, here for the new girl.” A 5;10, chestnut hair, blue eyed boy stood there. He was wearing a guitar shirt and ripped jeans with converse shoes. “Yes, Eric. Over there.” She pointed to Rosalie. Rosalie stood up. “Hi, I’m Eric. Eric Morris. I’m your tour guide for today, and you are?” He laughed. Rosalie caught herself giggling “Rosalie Stephens, why thank you for introducing me to this fine area.” “My pleasure, ma’am.” He smiled. I think Rosalie found her new best friend! He told her about the rooms and looked at her schedule. They had the same classes. “So you’ll come with me all day, alright?” He was so nice. “Okay.” They made a stop and walked into the room. She sat into an empty seat by the window, everyone was looking at her. Talk about uncomfortable.
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