High School Abby

Chapter two

Abby POV.

I prepared early today. The principal has called my mum and asked her to bring me to school saying she had a test for me.

I was kinda surprised that the school had admitted me. I was happy also that I didn't cause my parents any trouble. So I got ready, wearing a dark blue cotton shirt and an equally dark blue wool trouser. My long flowing hair was styled and packed in a ponytail at the back, and I was stunning. I put on a black cross bag and white Nike Snickers. I was looking sporty and good to go. I ate breakfast with the rest of the family and followed mum outside to our red car. It was a Toyota Matrix. getting into the front passenger's seat I waited for my mum to start the car. She did. "Don't mess this up Abby" I heard my mum say.

I nodded my head slowly in response.

We both know my mental capacity The car pick up pace down the street and into the main road. The high school. Rugen high School was a 7 minute ride from my house. In the event of no hold up. I arrived pretty early. My mother repeated her words to me "don't mess this up". I walked in alongside my mother. We soon reached the reception together. I saw the receptionist, a fun man. If I was correct I remember his name being Mr Kion. He smiled upon seeing us. "Good day, Mrs Tri, Good day Abby looking splendid as always'' He greeted us simultaneously. We returned his greetings well and he led us to the Head teacher's office. The Receptionist/secretary knocked on the door and a voice said come in. I got in to see a good looking woman with a braided purple hair. She was wearing a tight fitting Shirt and a trouser. "WOW. You are looking good ladies'' she commented.

" Not looking bad yourself Mrs Mary. You look adorable". The pleasantries were exchanged.

"Have a sit, both of you", she offered. Then she and my mom proceeded to talk about some mundane things...

"since I have already heard about you Abby, I would like you to wait at the reception".

My gaze drifted to my mother's face just for a moment.

She turned and nodded.

I was made to sit out the rest of their meeting in the reception.

It took a while and I was wondering why I was even here in the first place. As in why I was in this school. Then my thoughts drifted to the instructor I heard would be coming.

Would the person be a male or female? Would they be strict or lenient? Would they be old or young?

'sigh'

I started trying to do things that would make me feel good, at least to escape the boredom of sitting all by myself.

I took out a paper and began folding it, but my origami had no headway. I just put it aside. So I asked Mr. Kion about the instructor.

"He'll be here soon " , was the reply.

I say back on the chair stretching out my legs.

After a while the environment gave nothing more than oxygen for entertainment. It wasn't long before my mum came back from the office and muttered a few words under her breath. Not too loud, but loud enough for me to know she was urging me not to mess up. "Huh... l" I heaved a sigh in disbelief.

I tried my hardest, I guess things like that weren't usually enough.

Then it registered.

Wait? Why is she leaving me?

I got up to at least ask her what I was to do. Then came the voice of Mr Kion

" She'll be back to pick you up "

Before I could fathom what was happening she had left. I returned to my sit. Now what? Was I going to attend these lessons, today?

No! Urgh!

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a voice saying "Good morning, Secretary. How have you been spending your time" . I looked up to see a huge shadow blocking the sunlight from entering the reception. I turned to look at the entity. It was a tall, tan boy, about 17 or so but had a young face. Looks could be deceiving. I had seen him somewhere before but I wasn't really familiar with him.

I observed his face while he was talking.

"It seems like they both know each other, meaning he should be a student at the school" . I began to think.

"I heard that first year entrants were upstairs, could he be one of them? But he's so big, is that even possible?".

I realized I had been staring too long and just as I was about to turn, his gaze shifted to me. The briefest of eye contacts.

I turned around to face the other side before he could catch my eyes properly. A prickly sensation overcame my being as I felt his gaze rest on me. I knew I was being watched. But then the one Question my brain kept asking was "Who is this boy...?"