Post by nehemia on Sept 28, 2010 11:51:09 GMT -8
“Couldn’t I just get homeschooled until the new year started out?” Nehemia sat in the car with her mother. She had not yet gotten her drivers license and with al the encouragement from her mother, Mia had other plans. Driving still made her a little nervous, despite the gloves she wore over her hands, the thought of gripping onto the steering wheel for that long, troubled her, as she always feared that one day the gloves wouldn’t be enough to stop the visions.
Mrs. West pursed her lips and gave Nehemia a look that Mia knew all too well.
“Mah, I just don’t…it’s the middle of the year, Do you know what you’re putting me through? This is a guarantee that I’m going to be..” She raises her auburn leather gloved hands and motions quotations. “The new kid…”
“Mia.”
“Mom, this is not a good idea.”
“Mia.”
“ These are my formative years in here mom. High school isn’t a cakewalk for anybody unless you’re-“
“Mia.” Dorothy West stretched her arm across Mias seat and opens the door. “Have a nice day.”
Another moment of silence passes between them as mother looks at child until Mia slides out of the passenger seat, slinging her bookbag over her shoulder.
“If I turn into one of those girls that eats her feelings, It’ll be your fault.”
“I’ll keep the Chunky Monkey waiting.” Dorothy smiles as Mia closes the door behind her.” Love you, and call me if anything goes wrong, not to complain. So if there’s a gas leak, you call me, if you don’t like your teacher, stick it out.”
Nehemia stares at the building. There are a few students on the basketball courts, sitting on benches, it looks like your average high school but to Mia it felt as if her mother had just left her to scale Mount Everest.
The bell rings and like cattle students begin to file into the building, slowly but surely Mia follows suit.
The halls are once again like the halls in Nehemias old school back in Georgia but, this time she didn’t know anyone, not one face rang a tinge of familiarity.
Her mother said she went to this very high school, she had pictures of all the friends she made, all her boyfriends, all the dances and fundraisers. How could a woman who became a Hollywood actress NOT have had a great high school experience? As for her Hollywood career, well tings like that worked off of chance didn’t it. Besides, she seemed just as happy with her entry back into the soccermom world of piano lessons at home while dad worked the firehouse three days a week.
When the second bell went off, it was like a magic trick as every student hustled to their classes, disappearing behind a door in ten minutes flat, leaving the halls cleared and Mia on her own to find the office.
“You must be our new student.” Grinned the blond haired secretary that reminded Mia vaguely of her aunt Debbie who was always smiling making Mia wonder if she had some kind of turrets tick or if she was the only standing example of the warnings mother gave out to their grimacing children keep making that face and it’ll get stuck that way.
“Just go on into the principal’s office.” Blondie ushers Mia to the principal’s office and he too, is sitting comfortably behind a grand mahogany desk with a smile. The door clicks shut as Blondie leaves them to make their own introductions.
“Right on time. I like that. Punctuality is important here at Mystic Falls High.”
Now Mia went into what would seem to be the rituals of grins here at Mystic Falls High.
“Your transcripts are very impressive Nheam-“
“Just call me Mia.”
The principal, who looked like any other principal Mia would have imagined, chuckled and sat back n his cushy leather seat and repeated her name.
“Mia...Well, if you’d hand your medical records to Francine, she’ll give you your schedule and usher you to your class.”
The principal then stood, signaling Mia to do the same but, as he rounded his desk, he extended his hand to Mia to shake, and as she does so, he notes, like everyone usually did, the gloves she wore. Before he can say anything, Mia pulls her hand away and walks out of the office to collect her timetable.
Francine, still wearing that cordial grin, ushers her to mathclass; advanced algebra, taught by Mister Singer; a short stalky man who looked like Santa Claus on vacation, topped with a plaid bowtie.
He stops his lesson when he see Francine at the door, they exchange nods and Mister Singer makes his announcement.
“Class, we have a new student in our midst. Nham-“
“Mia.” Nehemia mutters from her stance at the door. There is almost immediately a shiver of muttered whispers before Mister Singer continues.
“Mia, she comes from Atlanta Georgia, her father is the new hand at the firehouse and her mother is renowned actress-“
“You don’t have to say anything about that.” Mia interrupts again before she shuffles off to the open seat in the back corner of the room. She could virtually feel the eyes following her as she took her seat.
Mr. Singer wasted no time getting back to his lesson when Mia had made it clear that she did not do well with introductions.
Mrs. West pursed her lips and gave Nehemia a look that Mia knew all too well.
“Mah, I just don’t…it’s the middle of the year, Do you know what you’re putting me through? This is a guarantee that I’m going to be..” She raises her auburn leather gloved hands and motions quotations. “The new kid…”
“Mia.”
“Mom, this is not a good idea.”
“Mia.”
“ These are my formative years in here mom. High school isn’t a cakewalk for anybody unless you’re-“
“Mia.” Dorothy West stretched her arm across Mias seat and opens the door. “Have a nice day.”
Another moment of silence passes between them as mother looks at child until Mia slides out of the passenger seat, slinging her bookbag over her shoulder.
“If I turn into one of those girls that eats her feelings, It’ll be your fault.”
“I’ll keep the Chunky Monkey waiting.” Dorothy smiles as Mia closes the door behind her.” Love you, and call me if anything goes wrong, not to complain. So if there’s a gas leak, you call me, if you don’t like your teacher, stick it out.”
Nehemia stares at the building. There are a few students on the basketball courts, sitting on benches, it looks like your average high school but to Mia it felt as if her mother had just left her to scale Mount Everest.
The bell rings and like cattle students begin to file into the building, slowly but surely Mia follows suit.
The halls are once again like the halls in Nehemias old school back in Georgia but, this time she didn’t know anyone, not one face rang a tinge of familiarity.
Her mother said she went to this very high school, she had pictures of all the friends she made, all her boyfriends, all the dances and fundraisers. How could a woman who became a Hollywood actress NOT have had a great high school experience? As for her Hollywood career, well tings like that worked off of chance didn’t it. Besides, she seemed just as happy with her entry back into the soccermom world of piano lessons at home while dad worked the firehouse three days a week.
When the second bell went off, it was like a magic trick as every student hustled to their classes, disappearing behind a door in ten minutes flat, leaving the halls cleared and Mia on her own to find the office.
“You must be our new student.” Grinned the blond haired secretary that reminded Mia vaguely of her aunt Debbie who was always smiling making Mia wonder if she had some kind of turrets tick or if she was the only standing example of the warnings mother gave out to their grimacing children keep making that face and it’ll get stuck that way.
“Just go on into the principal’s office.” Blondie ushers Mia to the principal’s office and he too, is sitting comfortably behind a grand mahogany desk with a smile. The door clicks shut as Blondie leaves them to make their own introductions.
“Right on time. I like that. Punctuality is important here at Mystic Falls High.”
Now Mia went into what would seem to be the rituals of grins here at Mystic Falls High.
“Your transcripts are very impressive Nheam-“
“Just call me Mia.”
The principal, who looked like any other principal Mia would have imagined, chuckled and sat back n his cushy leather seat and repeated her name.
“Mia...Well, if you’d hand your medical records to Francine, she’ll give you your schedule and usher you to your class.”
The principal then stood, signaling Mia to do the same but, as he rounded his desk, he extended his hand to Mia to shake, and as she does so, he notes, like everyone usually did, the gloves she wore. Before he can say anything, Mia pulls her hand away and walks out of the office to collect her timetable.
Francine, still wearing that cordial grin, ushers her to mathclass; advanced algebra, taught by Mister Singer; a short stalky man who looked like Santa Claus on vacation, topped with a plaid bowtie.
He stops his lesson when he see Francine at the door, they exchange nods and Mister Singer makes his announcement.
“Class, we have a new student in our midst. Nham-“
“Mia.” Nehemia mutters from her stance at the door. There is almost immediately a shiver of muttered whispers before Mister Singer continues.
“Mia, she comes from Atlanta Georgia, her father is the new hand at the firehouse and her mother is renowned actress-“
“You don’t have to say anything about that.” Mia interrupts again before she shuffles off to the open seat in the back corner of the room. She could virtually feel the eyes following her as she took her seat.
Mr. Singer wasted no time getting back to his lesson when Mia had made it clear that she did not do well with introductions.