THIS IS A WORK IN PROGRESS.
Author’s note: This story is dedicated to Lone Wolf, who was the first to request to be in a story. They didn’t request a person to be with so there will be a Mom & a dad. Also, this story is not meant to be racist towards anyone. One of the fictional characters is just quite...Sassy.
“Chop chop, hun. It’ll be alright. Just a quick move.” Mom tsked and beckoned to me. I groaned unhappily.
“But Mom!” I stubbornly throw my head back. “I’ve lived at Trikcon for years!” Mom shook her head sadly.
“I know, sweatpea, but its for the best. Dad has to move away because he got fired, remember?” I nod. “So we have to move with him. I don’t have enough time to work.” Mom clicked her tongue impatiently, grabbing a hold. of my hand, and leaving me no choice.
“Ugh.” I mumble. “I don’t have a choice, do I?”
“Yes, Tianla.” Mom agreed, locking the front door and leaving it for someone else entirely new. My name is Tianla Lone Wulf-I’m a 12 year old who doesn’t want to move from a very nice house I’ve lived in for years.
I was bedgrungyling trudging alongside my Mom, walking towards the bright yellow taxi of doom.
“Do you like it?” I stared at the tan colored house with magenta shutters, door, and railing. I glanced behind at the other houses.
“Mom, why are all the house’s the name?”
“Well, I suspect it’s the desgin,” Mom replied happily, although I couldn’t press down the small feeling off suspicousness. I glanced at Dad struggling with the luggage.
“Fredricka! Why’d you have to pack so much clothing?!” Dad teasingly said. Fredricka-or my mom smiled.
“You’d never understand a womans like for fashion.” Mom unlocked the door and stepped inside.
“Woah.” Try not to woah at a 2 story house that has to be at least 20 feet tall. At the very top was a chandiler that sparkled in the afternoon sun. The floor was tiled with a tan color speckled black. The whole place was completelty empty. I walked into the living room to discover four windows- two on the left and two on the right that was high up. Perhaps ⅔’s the way up. There was a patio door that led to a lucious field of perfectly trimmed grass.
“Opinions?” Mom asked.
“I like it so far. When’s the furniture coming?” I inquired, tapping the bronze colored wooden floor.
“The movers will be here in a day or two, so for now we’re going to be living at a hotel. Tomorrow we can meet the neighbors and get to know them.” Mom explained her plan.
“Do I get my snow-globes back, too?” I was a snow-globe collector. Mom nodded.
“Yes, hun. Although, I don’t see what’s so special about gl-”
“Fredricka! Come help me with the luggage!” Since we were only going to be staying at the hotel for a day, my mom figured that we could unpack some clothing to save time. Mom hurridly left, grinning to herself.
Mom was Mom.
Dad was Dad.
I was I.
“Hi, Mrs. and Mr. Winster. My name is Kelly McKen, you can call me Kel for short!” Kelly Mcken, or should I say Kel was the principal. She had that broad, shining smile. Sadly, this school had school uniforms.
Kel was wearing a light pink blouse with a white skirt. She had knee-length long white socks and pink high-heels. That’s what all female teachers looked like.
“At Hilton-High, we’re here to help your child learn more!” Kel exclaimed. “Come, allow me to show you around.” And with that, she grabbed my mom and dad’s hand and pulled them with her. I tuned out for most of it, glancing around occasionally.
I was able to pick up whispers-(Thank my ears for that.)
“...Boy or girl….?”
“...Assuming it’s a she, is she ugly…?”
“....Would she be popular…?”
I was half tempted to jump at them and scream: “I am the new kid! No, I am not ugly. Yes I am a girl!” But I kept quiet, avoiding anyone’s gaze.
The pupil’s school uniforms were a completely different story.
The girl’s were wearing a plaid long sleeve shirt with a white skirt and black boots. The boys were wearing a black tie over a blue suit and black converse sneakers.
“Good morning, Mrs. Mcken.” They all said in sync when Mrs. Mcken walked by, but then the whispers started again. Kel, or Mrs. Mcken smiled that sweet poisonous smile.
There was just something about this school, something...Unsettling as if…
“Tianla!” Mom called. “C’mere!” I forgot about my thoughts and rushed to my mom. “This is your class.”
The classroom was perfect. I was glad everyone was out in the hallway otherwise 13 pairs of eyes would’ve been staring at me.
“Great.” I muttered at the perfectly shaped desks that were perfectly cleaned. The floor sparkled brightly.
“Amazing, isn’t it? We spend quality time cleaning!” Kel exclaimed, clapping her hands. “Now, come this way…I’d like to show you something…”
“I need to pee,” I announced.
“Can’t it wait?” Kel asked. Mom gave Kel a weird look. “Pardon me, where are my manners? You may go. The bathroom is down the hall to the left.” I had seen the bathroom. Why’d Kel gone cross when I’d asked to pee? Peeing was nature. I hurried down the hall.
When I arrived back with Mom and Dad, they seemed in kind of a...Daze. Like Kel- glass-eyed, back straight, walking in a straight line, and all that other perfect stuff.
“Er...Where’d you show ‘em?” I questioned.
“The-uh-boiler room,” Kel explained.
“I mean the baby room.”
“Anyways! I hope you enjoyed this tour! See you next time!” Kel smiled that sweet-hate smile and ushered us out the door.
This seemed like a good place. Just….I couldn’t quite place my foot on it.
“Hi! My name is Okami Washani. I’m japanese, so that’s why the name and all.” Okami was the girl sitting next to me, she was directed to help me because it was my first day at school. “Don’t mind the stares, they're just jealous.”
“Not many people come to this school,” Okami explained, getting out her math book. “We’re always excited whenever someone new comes.” Okami seemed nice...She didn’t have that creepy stare my parents had developed. Oh dear. I hope my parents weren’t gonna be Kel 2.0. What a nightmare.
“Anyways, yeah, that’s it.” Okami had told me something and I was too busy wrapped up in my thoughts to listen.
“Oh, sorry, what?”
“Ugh, americans!” Okami growled.
“Actually-I’m not ameri-”
“I was explaining our schedule!” She spaced each word out as if I didn’t know english. I nod. “Figure the rest out yourself!” Okami grumbled, whipping around to focus on her math. I thought the students here was perfect, not sassy.
"Okami, would you please answer question 2, A?" The teacher, Mrs. O'leary asked, pushing her glasses up. Okami blinked.
"Sorry? I was too busy helping her to listen," wow. So much for the compliment.