Stuck on You, 2: Change.
Jenny Shay.
5 years later.
The blinding ray of sunshine woke me up. I rubbed my eyes and opened them as I drew a deep breath and let it out. “First day of school.” I told myself and sat up on my bed. I looked to the right side of my bed to see that I woke up 15 minutes early than the time I set up on my alarm clock. I got out of my bed and headed towards my bedroom window. I swung the curtains open as it revealed a busy town of Brooklyn, New York.
“Summer’s over.” I mumbled to myself. I can’t believe that the summer holidays are over. I sighed. Today’s September 6th and it’s a Monday. I glanced at my clock and it read 7.20am. School won’t start till 9am. I still have time to shower and get dressed. I sighed again as I walked toward my body length mirror that was standing beside my bedroom window. I was facing a girl with freckles on her cheeks, who had the sea blue eyes and small nose, she smiled and revealed a deep dimple on the right side of her cheeks. I pouted. My hair looked like a bird’s nest, no really, it did, the fact that it’s sand coloured and my curls were tangled with one another. I rolled my eyes and searched for my comb and a scrunchie. I tied up my hair into a neat pony tail and smiled to myself. Time for a shower.
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Brooklyn Academy High School.
Yep. It’s one of those poshy schools and, I know what you’re thinking, “that’s where those rich and famous people go to school! Omigod!” Well, not quite. I wouldn’t consider my family rich, but I wouldn’t say that my family’s poor, either. We can afford to stay in an apartment in Brooklyn, have breakfast, lunch, dinner and supper, buy the things we need and most importantly: affording education and shelter.
The school’s uniform’s pretty cool, though. I have to admit. A red cardigan, a white blouse, a red and white striped tie, along with a black skirt, length-ed just above the knees. Socks have to be either black or grey, not ankle length.
I put everything on and looked at my mirror again.
And it revealed 15 year old Jeniffer Shay, who was up early for her first day of school. My sand coloured hair was up until my shoulders, my curls were annoying, I might as well add. So I decided to tie it up into a pony tail and use a hand band.
I looked at the mirror again and smiled. A second later I was already out of my bedroom door, heading down the stairs for breakfast.
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Andrew Jackson.
London, Paddington.
Leaving London was the hardest thing ever. I mean, London is my home. I grew up here, I lived here for 16 years, had friends, studied here. And everything’s gonna change just because of some stupid job my parents had to take that took place in the United States. My family and I- well, my parents, really- decided to move from London and stay in the States.
I don’t know which state or which part of the US we’d be staying in. You see, I was supposed to attend my junior year this year at Paddington Academy and I was supposed to be in the football team of my school. My coach, Mr. West, was pretty much upset when I told him I won’t be staying in Paddington, and that I’ll be in the US by the end of the summer holidays.
I looked out the balcony of my house and drew a deep breath and let it out. In front of my eyes was Paddington. Busy Paddington. From the buildings to shopping malls to cafes and shops, I still could see one thing that I loved most about my home place: and that’s London Eye.
I shook my head. Anyway, where was I? Oh, right. Not being in the football team was one thing, but leaving my friends in school, that’s what I loathed the most. Sure, there’s gonna be the internet: Facebook, Twitter, MySpace, MSN, Skype, etc. it might help when I reach the States and contacted with them for 2 months or so, but would that really last after I don’t know, maybe 5 or 6 months after I leave Paddington?
I sighed. And the last but not least, Kayla White.
God. How do I even begin to describe her? She is the most amazing girl, most talented and most beautiful girl in school. I’ve had a crush on her since my sophomore year. And rumor said that she likes me.
But, I guess that’ll change after I leave London.
I mean, really. It will. Everything will.
