Melody

This story is about a small, blonde haired girl called Melody. She used to live in London but when her dad got a job offer he couldn't refuse they move to a small town called Thertin in the Rockies, America. Melody thinks her life is officially over Thertin was pretty much non-existent it didn't even have a Starbucks and it's nearest shopping centre is forty-six miles away. What she doesn't realise is that a certain boy-band has decided to take a break and thinks Thertin is the perfect location after all it is pretty much non-existent. They want to escape all the paparazzi, the fans, the fame. And lucky enough Melody isn't a fan but can they convince her otherwise?

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6. Chapter 6 - Enrolment

I felt cowardly accepting Dad's to come with me to the school office to enrol. Thertin High was about a mile down the hill from our house near the main road that connected the town to the surrounding forests and ski resorts. It was a building that had pride in it's purpose the name carved in stone over the main entrance. The hallways where covered in noticeboards advertising a wide range of after school activities.

   Dad knew I was anxious but chose to act as if I was going to be the most successful student ever known.

   'Look they've got an art club,' he said brightly. 'You could try pottery.'

   'I'm useless at that stuff.'

   He sighed knowing that was true. 'Music then. I see there's an orchestra. Oh look, and cheerleading! That might be fun.'

   'Yeah right.'

   'You'd look sweet in one of those outfits.'

   'I'm about a foot to short,' I said, eying the giraffe-legged girls that made up the cheerleading team on the poster.

   'Don't worry you'll grow' he replied even though both of us knew that was defiantly not true

   'Dad, will you stop being so embarrassing?' Why was I even bothering to argue with him? I had no intention of becoming a cheerleader even if height wasn't an issue.

   'Dance,' continued Dad.

   I rolled my eyes.

   'Basketball,'

   It was a joke now.

   'Maths club.'

   'You'd need to club me over the head to get me in that,' I muttered, making him laugh.

   We pushed open the door to the office. The receptionist stood behind the counter, glasses attached to a chain around his neck, they bounced on his pink cardigan as he jumped up to greet us.

   'Ah you must be the new girl from England! Come in ,come in.' He beckoned us closer and shook Dad's hand enthusiastically. He then turned to me 'Melody isn't it?'

   I nodded reluctantly.

   'I'm Mr Leigh to the students. I've a welcome pack for you here.' He handed it over. I saw that I already had a school swipe card with my photo. It was one where I looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights. Great.

  Mr Leigh lent forward giving me a whiff of his flowery aftershave and checked his watch. 'You've missed registration, so I'll take you straight to your first class.

   Dad gave me a quick kiss and wished me luck from here, I was on my own.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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