First Day, New School

"Chloe, you really don't want to be late on your first day at the new school." She heard her mom say as she passed her door to go into her younger brother's room; the boy who for some reason believed he was older than she was. 

She groaned and shook her head. This wasn't fun like she thought it would, this was exhausting for her. 

When her parents told her they would move from New York City to this place; a small town in Alaska she was elated, and she thought that she would finally have some peace, but now it looked like she was starting to regret her decision to be happy. It wasn't really easy taking up early in the morning to prepare for school, especially a school that she was entering in, as a senior. 

Leighton High doesn't accept any students especially not in the middle of the year and not from a rich family, but because her grades were perfect, and her father and the principal went to the same college and were returning a favor, she had been accepted. 

She was sure that she would be able to blend anyway, so it shouldn't be a problem. She didn't want to stand out like she was in her old school in a bad way, and that was a nightmare for her. She just hoped that this new school wouldn’t be the same. Sighing, or more like groaning, she stood up from the bed, throwing the cover aside and putting down her feet on the ground. It was cold, so she winced, squeezing her eyes shut. She didn’t like the cold weather for any reason, but she love the feeling of the rain on her, only to get sick after. 

Her mother already knows that she always falls sick during rainy seasons, so she would always make her soup to help. She loved her mother's soup anyway. 

She quickly walked to the bathroom where she would be having a quick shower. She didn’t want her mother to come to yell at her again for the second time, because that meant that she would have to start rushing unnecessarily. 

If Chloe hated anymore more than the cold, even though she was weird enough to like the rain or the soup that came with it, she hated rushing around the house to look for things or get ready, as long as rushing around was involved. She wouldn’t want to start sweating after taking her bath like some goat in labor. 

She grabbed her toothbrush and paste and she brushed her teeth, and after she was done, she had a quick shower, washing her hair with shampoo. Thankfully, they had arrived in town a week before and she had been able to unpack everything so that all she needed was within reach. After her bath, she wrapped a white towel around her and walked back into her room. 

Chloe was a coordinated person, so she had arranged her school bag and books, and all she needed was her clothes. Opening up her wardrobe, she looked around it for something to wear, then she pulled out a pair of black jeans, a yellow camisole, and a black leather jacket. This screamed like she was looking for attention but that wasn’t the case. She didn’t want any attention, and she would like as less people as possible to notice her, so she switched the leather jacket for a hoodie instead, a midnight blue color and then she walked with the clothes back in her hand to drop them on the bed. She wasn’t sure if that was good enough, but she doesn’t have the time to change it again, so she walked to her dresser to grab her hair dryer and did the needful. After that, she straightened it, applying a cream to help keep it shiny and then she wore her clothes. 

No makeup on her face, well, she didn’t really need that if she wanted to stay unseen. Besides, no need to try to be beautiful when she was just a plain girl with a plain face. The only thing that wasn’t plain about her were her eyes, a spring forest green color, and she loved how intense they looked. At her former school though, she usually avoided wearing green because it made her eyes pop and that was just not acceptable. After she was done with wearing her clothes, she combed her brown full hair again, and then she grabbed her school bag. 

Rushing downstairs, she walked to the dining room and walked to kiss her dad on the cheek. “Good morning, Dad.” She said, smiling. 

“Hey, Mom.” She greeted her mother, grinning inwardly because she knew her mother's reaction to such a greeting. She would roll her eyes with a grunt and whisper “brat” because she was being “biased” and greeting her father better. 

“Hey, pumpkin. Good morning. You sure look good.” He said. 

She ruffled her younger brother’s hair, and the younger one was given a kiss like she did her dad. She had two brothers and was older than they are with four and eight years respectively. Cameron was thirteen while Camden was eight years old. She called them both Cam sometimes to be funny but usually it was just Cameron and Camden. 

“Thanks, Dad.” She grinned at him and sat down on the chair beside Camden. Looking at him, she said. “Hey, buddy. Have you taken your assignment?” she asked him because he always forgot it back at home in New York. 

He gave her a small shake of his head and she stood up to go get it. She smiled and shook her head, and then she looked over her shoulder at her mom trying to carry four plates of breakfast towards them. It was bacon and egg and smells divine. Chloe would have helped, but her mother had stopped her from cooking. She said it was better to do the cooking on her own to be a better mom and closer to her family. Her mom was a doctor with little hours at home and most hours in the hospital. She had always cooked uneatable meals until she stopped altogether. Although, she had later had to learn and ever since she could cook better, she had decided to be the sole provider of meals, even though Chloe knew how to perfectly well. 

She shook her head as she placed a plate in front of her and one beside her for Camden, then she grabbed her fork and started to eat. She needed to be on her way to school soon. It was her first day and she wouldn’t want to be late. 

It took her five minutes, and she was done. Grabbing her phone off the table, she said. “Bye Dad, bye Mom. Cams, bye. I’ll see you guys later. She said and bolted out the door.