The Meeting
2131 Words
JENNA
Chapter 2
It's Monday, school day, Lucy and dad, arrange that I should start school right away to keep some thoughts occupied, and I happen to agree with them.
Waking up in the morning the first thing I like to do is to stretch, do some exercise. I prefer doing yoga they help me relax my body from keeping me tense, away from negative thoughts. As I finished stretching I try to smile reminded by what Ash did yesterday I felt a little heat rushed towards my cheek. No one ever did that to me before.
I headed towards the shower and washed down the thought away, Ash held my hand in her hand kissing it. I shook the thought away grabbing the shampoo from the shelf squeezing an amount of Loreal shampoo into the palms of my hand put it over my gold chocolate hair rinsing it. I could see the white hair was starting to grow back. I wonder if my dad had the time to drop me off the hair salon to dye my hair gold again.
It's weird having my hair white that's what people say, but my mother she said she used to have white hair like me too. People made fun of her hair and that is why she dyed her hair brown as well, but she told me to be proud because I am unique. I have no idea what my mom meant by that but maybe probably because I am her daughter that is why I am unique in her eyes. Every parent would think their child is unique, beautiful, and precious.
After showering I just wore a plain grey dress with a little tightness around the waist and it comes along with a hoodie with a number 75 written in black on the dress. I wore it and grabbed my black backpack with gold zipper. My mother bought it for me she knows that I like black. Lucy bought me a bag. It is beautiful cute and all, but it wasn't my style. I am just a girl who likes the taste of simplicity enters my life. I don't like trouble. I hate trouble. If there is trouble I would quickly overcome the situation rather than staying with the trouble all the time, but Lucy is not just any problem he is my father wife, my stepmom. It's not a problem I can fix alone at least not now when everything is just in ruins, and when I am in pieces. I am still a little bit unsteady.
I walked down the white staircase as my eyes caught the black piano at the corner of my eyes. I let myself sink into my own temptation as I let my fingers trace along the white keys pressing one down making a high pitch sound. I smile. I sat down onto the chair imagining myself in a stage alone, the whole stage is mine. Placing my hands onto the correct order and I started to play with my eyes closed. A song quickly slipped into my mind, a song that my mother created, the first song that my mother taught.
I remember that I couldn't play this song well that I kept complaining to my mother that the song was too hard for me to play.
"Nonsense," she would say her stormy grey stared at mine. "In our family, each of us was gifted for music. You just have to find yours."
I often would pout, and my mother would laugh. I miss those times, and recently I found music talent in flute in school, but my mother she hasn't heard me play. I regret not coming home soon on that day. If I had gone home maybe I could stop her death. With so much pressure coming down on me my fingers couldn't move tears started to fall out my eyes. I knew I couldn't hold it in so I cried until I felt comfortable until I felt numb.
I washed my face at the bathroom, and headed towards the kitchen I took the cereal and the milk from the refrigerator and pour it into the bowl. As soon as I finished breakfast I washed the bowl put it where it belongs and quickly got out of the house. The house is beautiful and all but I need time to get used to life here especially in the house after everything had happened.
Before going to bed yesterday my father told me he would drop me off to school before he worked, but I told him I could manage on my own.
I walked to school with the hoodie over my head covering me from the sun. Mom says its bad for the skin, and ever since I have developed a habit of putting my head down when the sun is up high in the sky so my hair can block the sun or my hoodie usually will help me cover skin and it's usually my hoodie to help me out.
The school is huge it seems like it is made for rich kids. The school door is made out of hardwood and heavy inside of the school the hallway is filled with long lockers and there was a water fountain.
Looking around there seem to have many rich kids walking around the school. I could tell by their attitude and behavior. I wonder why did dad send me to this school and how did he get this kind of money. I did not like this school one bit.
I entered the room with the word office lined up on the side of the wall. I walked up to the office desk and ask some questions.
"Excuse me, but I am the new transfer student here."
A lady in the back took a notice of me so she walked up to meet me. "What's your name, sweetie?"
"Jenna Jackson."
"Ok Jenna Jackson," she typed in the desktop. "Right. Your full name is Jenna Jackson Fairest, right?"
"Yes."
"Quite a unique name you have there. Fairest. Well, you do look beautiful it's hard to come by. Maybe this year you will be the new wallflower."
"I don't think so," I defended.
"Beautiful and well-mannered well I think you will do great, and welcome to Ander High."
"Thanks," I said.
"Well here is a copy of our school map just in case you get lost and your classes."
Checking the list my homeroom is in room 308. And checking the map it is on the third floor. As I examine the first number of the left represent the levels of the school and the left shows the number of rooms, and so my homeroom is on the third level and the eighth room.
Looking at the watch of my left hand it was still 7:30 another thirty till homeroom starts. I took this time to look around the school it's pretty amazing. There is a big indoor swimming pool area that looks like an international swimming pool, a big canteen, a big basketball both indoor and outdoor area, and soccer. Also, there is an indoor gym. I am really surprised at this school it is not an ordinary school it must be very expensive I don't know how dad can afford this school for me, but I have a feeling it is not just dad. Could it be Lucy? Could it or not? Why would Lucy go through such an extent for me we merely just met. Who is she?
I am really curious about Lucy some part of me hate her. It couldn't blame she took dad away from us. I look onto the map of the school quite a big place, and there is a big library a place for book lovers to go in, a place made for me.
I turn to the back of the paper and I notice it there is a letter;
Dear Jenna Fairest;
We are proud to present you to our school, Ander high. Although, we haven't met you in person. We would love to meet you early in the class than your average time in your homeroom class.
Yours,
Ander
Weird. Why didn't they include my father last name in there instead it is replaced with my mother, and the name of School is Ander that means Ander the director of the school wants to meet and before the homeroom even starts. I swore under my breath quickly running up to the third level of my homeroom. There were two people in there it looks like one is the director and the other the homeroom teacher. I open the glass door still panting I said hi.
"Are you miss Fairest?" the bald dude said.
I nod. "Hi, my name is Ander the director of the school." I should expect it he wore proper attire to show that he is the boss of the school.
"I have a question?"
"Go on ahead."
"Why are you calling me Fairest, my mother name."
"I thought it will make you feel better."
"Yup, thanks for enlightening things up because my mother just died three days ago," I said.
He grimaced. "It's fine," I sighed. "I mean I am fine. So is there something I need to be informed before school starts are that why am I told to come up earlier than the rest of the students?"
"You're fast and smart. I think you may achieve what I am looking for?" I raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to know why you're entering this school?"
"Nope," I said putting my bag on a desk sitting on the chair.
"When I check your profile. I have read that you are quite famous in the previous school. The school had written that you are an excellent and beautiful student who excels in all studies."
"And your point?" I asked.
"I want you to become our ace."
Great. Could this get any worse? "Why me?"
"Cause you are Fairest daughter. Your mother used to be our ace."
Yup, I am so done for.
"And if I do become your ace what will I get out of it?" Ander laughed.
"You and your mother are so alike. Your mother also said the same thing. Well what do you want fame, fortune, you name it, and you will get it."
"Ok, and what will you get in return?"
"Well, certainly my school will go big with you being the school ace?"
"So you just want to raise your business."
"Yup, the number of my students are dropping down each year rapidly, and for that, I must I have a talented student in my school to raise up my business, and you are an exception especially since you are the daughter of Angeline Fairest."
"I don't care about being the ace or anything. I just want to live a normal life."
"Is that it?"
"Yes, besides is not like you have the power to bring back the dead."
"True, but come to me anytime if you change your mind."
I nod, and he got out of his seat. "Well nice talking to you Ms. Fairest. Thank you for cooperating with us. If you need me to contact the office, goodbye then."
"Thanks," I said, and he walked out.
The first day of school usually I will get excited about getting ready for the day, but I don't know today it just felt like the day for the mourning. I felt numb.
I sat in the chair for about 10 minutes before the school rang both times representing that the first day of school officially starts feeling numb I stare out the glass window. The classroom was pretty normal white floor the desk arrangement was normal too in line 6 rows of 6 column in the total of 36 desks.
I continue to stare out the window when I felt someone tapping from the back. I turn around, surprise I saw Ash her pupils were big. I stare at her she was wearing proper clothes red t-shirt and ripped skinny jeans. "Yea, I know what your properly thinking Ash finally has clothes on."
When the homeroom teacher stood up from his seat another student came in. I was surprised she is very tall and I thought I was tall she got to be over me. She had big grey eyes, narrow face, high cheekbone, she has a very beautiful long slender leg, she has a long silver hair all the way up to her waist. I stare at her in awe.
When our eyes met I felt something in me broke it was like a string has been broken, and something cold entered me.
"Jenna," I turn over to Ash. "Why is your hair turning white?"
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