It's been two months since we moved out here and we are all settled in. My dads started his new job a week ago and I rarely see him now.
Since he's been gone all day I've been sitting around playing my guitar and piano, writing music, and singing all day. Ever since the accident I've always had music to take my mind off of everything that was happening around me. No one has ever heard me sing or read my songs, so it was my little secret.
Now that it's mid August schools going to start soon and I get to be that awkward new student. Yippee. My father has been pushing me to meet more people my age that go to my new school but it hasn't worked out well. Since I only have two years left of high school I wanted to just do my classes and leave.
"Wake up Amanda. I don't want you to be late for your first day!" My dad shouts into my room.
I wake up and head downstairs still in my pyjamas. "Dad do I have to go to school? Why can't I just stay home?"
"Because you need an education. Plus you need to get out more. Now go up stairs and get ready while I make you breakfast."
"Fine," I sigh and get out of the chair lazily and slowly make my way upstairs.
I went and put on the school's mandatory uniform, a white blouse and a maroon plaid skirt with sperry's. I then went to my bathroom and put on a little mascara and eye liner, and after I let my hair down not caring how it looked. My hair was naturally a light brown and curly at the ends so it didn't look too bad.
"Ok dad I'm ready" I say walking down the stairs with my bag on my back.
"Well don't you look adorable." He says
"Let's not talk about how terrible this uniform is" I say and he giggles at it. "What's for breakfast?"
"I made your favorite, chocolate chip waffles. Well I warmed them up in the toaster but it's the thought that counts" he says while putting the plate down in front of me. "I better be off to work. Are you alright making it to school by yourself?"
"Yeah I'll be fine dad. Thanks for breakfast" I say before he walks out the door. I pick up the waffle and put my dish in the sink. "Alright off to school I go" I tell myself.
School was a little bit over a mile away and it was huge. Everywhere I looked I saw the same two colors, white and maroon. It was already crowded and I was half an hour early. I walked through the front doors and to the front office.
"Hello what can I help you with?" The women at the desk said.
"I'm new here and I never got my schedule." I said. "My names Amanda Hattle"
"Okay I got your schedule pulled up right here Amanda. You have American history, pop chorus, english, and chemistry. Did you want me to write it all down for you?" She asked.
"Yes please. This school is huge. I have no idea how I'm going to find my way around it." I whisper to myself.
"It's not as complicated as you'd expect." She says. "I can have a student help you if you'd like."
"Oh no it's fine. I'll figure it out" I smiled at her and graves my schedule from the printer. "Thank you for your help"
I walked out of the office and through the crowded hall ways looking for signs that say in going in the right direction. After a few minutes I figured out the school's layout and was able to find my first class. I walked in and noticed a few students in there before me.
"Hello, what's your name?" The young teacher said.
"I'm Amanda Hattle. I'm new here" I tell her
"That's alright, I'm miss Andrews and this is your American history class!" She says way to excited. "By any chance are you from the U.S. because you sure sound like it."
"Yeah I moved here a few months ago from there" I say.
"Oh yay, we have an American in American history." The teacher says. "You can sit wherever"
I take a seat in the back. My logic for today was to get through it without being noticed. Like that was going to happen being an American in an American history class in a different country.
A few minutes later a bell rings and students begin to come into the room. The teacher introduces herself about twenty more times and says for everyone to take a seat. A girl sits right next to me with a couple of loud friends.
"Hey" she says to me "are you new here?"
Plan failed. "Yeah I just moved here" I tell her with a smile.
"Cool, where are you from?" She asks
"The U.S. actually"
"Wow, unfair advantage in this class then" she says with a giggle. "I'm just kidding. I bet we will be close friends by the end of the class" by then another bell rings and the teacher comes into the classroom.
"Welcome everyone, I'm Miss Andrews. If you haven't noticed this is American History." She just kept talking until the end of the class about what to expect. I swear I almost fell asleep.
My next class was pop chorus. I was actually excited for this class. It couldn't be as boring as American history. I walked through the halls to my next classroom listening to all the side conversations people were having about how amazing their summer was. It made me laugh how similar both this high school and my old school was in the first day of school.
I walk into my chorus class and on the board it says: prepare to get up and sing something in front of the class. No questions asked!
I looked around and there wasn't any teacher to be found. Only a few students that were frantically looking up lyrics and freaking out about having to sing in from of everyone.
I took a seat in the back and watched as people filled in. They all looked much younger than a typical high schooler. I found it funny that some people read the board and freaked out and others just didn't even care. Then the bell rang and a tall thin blonde lady walked into the room.
"Hello everyone my name is Patricia Levi but you will call me Miss Levi. As everyone has read the board. Let's begin. This class is based off of trying ability not actual skill as it is a level one class. Most of you will probably be terrible and hate this class, but in hoping that one of you can actually succeed in here. So shall we begin singing?" She says with a smile. "I'll randomly point people out and you must introduce yourself and then sing something. Questions? No. Okay. You first"
She points to a thin tall boy with brown flippy hair. Probably the type of person that's full of themselves. He introduces himself as David and then sings a song I've never heard of before.
"Alright then. That was interesting" she says while scanning everyone to see who her next victim is. "You" she says while pointing right at me "come on up"
Wow. Why me. I didn't mind going but not second. I stand up and walk to the front of the room.
"Okay so my names Amanda Hattle. I'm in year 11 and I just moved here from the U.S. I was thinking about singing titanium by David Guetta"
"Don't think do, Amanda" the teacher says.
You shout it out
But I can't hear a word you say
I'm talking loud not saying much
But all your bullets ricochet
Shoot me down, but I get up
I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down, but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down, but I won't fall
I am titanium
"That's enough" she says while writing something down on her notepad. People were clapping and it felt good. "I want to see you after class" she said as I was walking back to my chair. I got a bunch of "good jobs" and "wow, you're really good's" while going back to my chair.
After sitting through twenty more people singing no one stood out, and Mrs. Levi didn't ask to see anyone else after class besides me. I was nervous now. Once everyone was finished she talking a little bit more about this class and what to expect but was cut short from the sound of the bell saying its lunch time. I got up and grabbed my bag and headed towards Mrs. Levi.
"Miss Hattle. You're very good. Why are you in this class?" She asked.
"I had to sign up for classes late and I asked to be put in whatever music class was left. Guess this was it" I said while looking at the ground.
"Well Miss Hattle you are easily one of the best singers I have ever taught." She said and I could feel my face turn red.
"Well thank you, that means a lot." I tell her while giving a huge smile.
"Have you ever considered trying out for any musicals or maybe singing competitions?" She asked while putting the back of a pen in between her teeth.
"No, I just recently started singing seriously. I haven't even sang in front of my dad before."
"Well that's a problem. I think you are easily good enough to make a competition like X factor. If you wanted to they have auditions in a month. I would be willing to coach you if you wanted to audition. Of course you'd need to talk it over with your folks."
I've never considered do anything like this but it sounded like a change. Something new. "I'll talk to my dad about it" I tell her before walking out of the room with a huge grin on my face.