7:35am
Amesville
Georgina HighI munched slowly on my Corn Flakes, trying to prolong the time it would take to finish them. I really didn't want to go to school today. In fact, for these past few months, I didn't feel like leaving the house. Unfortunately, it wasn't an option any ore because McGregor had walked into our lives and as he said, high school would equip me with life long skills and not going would cause me to miss out on those skills. As expected, mum had sided with him and that's why today will be my first day back in school after nearly three months.
My mother was still out on her morning jog, which thankfully I hadn't been forced to take as well, whilst McGregor was in front of me, busy humming a tune without a care in the world as he waited on his tea and toast. He was doing a silly little dance as he hummed the strange tune and all I could do was watch him hopelessly. I'd long given up on the idea of him normalising, but that doesn't mean accepting his many quirks was easy either.
A part of me briefly wondered if the only reason I disliked him so much was because he had replaced my dad in a sense. I mean, my father did die just a month before his arrival. Maybe the only reason mum seemed so happy with McGregor being around was that he made her forget her real husband. Maybe she thought she loved him because he helped her feel something other than pain and sadness for once.
But whatever her reasons for bring McGregor into our lives are, I still can't just accept that strange man as my father or even my stepfather. He's a stranger to me, to us. I mean, how much did we really know about him, anyway? We learnt of his hometown yesterday. What else about him did we not know? What else was he keeping from us? As much as I didn't like him, he made my mum happy, or somewhat happy, and I didn't want him to have a deep dark secret that would come back to bite us in the back in the long run because we're associated with him. I didn't want to see my mother heartbroken. Again.
Or maybe, I'm just paranoid and have nothing better to think about. My paranoia kept my mind busy and my racing thoughts kept me busy, so that I never ran out of things to do. I was good at that, keeping things in my head. I didn't speak what I thought in my mind. Therefore no one got hurt and it left no room for me to have to deal with McGregor's lectures because believe me, a lot of my thoughts would probably contradict everything he believed.
Like for one, I thought that the tea he drank so much was stupid and that coffee was awesome. I hated the tie he wore because it made him look like a clown and I couldn't stand the way he smiled. But his response to all that, I can imagine, would be, "Now, now Kira. Your body is a temple and coffee will only pollute it. And insulting my clothing choice is not nice. You should apologise for that and smiling makes people feel happy. Do you feel better now that I've smiled at you. I bet you do," then he'd smile at me and we'd be back at the beginning.
I dropped my spoon in the now empty bowl and placed it in the sink, saying a quick goodbye to McGregor and rushing out before he could try and talk to me, maybe offering me a ride to school. The town wasn't that big, though, so I was sure I could easily find my way to the school that I had been enrolled in. Unwillingly, may I mention again.
Georgina High.
From the leaflet McGregor gave me yesterday over dinner, the school was rather large and had been around for many years. The only reason I can say I kind of liked it was because it had a very good music course and music was my life. It was the only thing that I had left of my father that my mum hadn't buried or sold.
At ten to eight, I arrive at the big school with the words Georgina High hung right above the school. It was a building of three floors, built with stone and right at the top was our school name and insignia in hung in bold black letters. Walking through the large entrance, I noticed that the hallways were deserted. It seemed that no one had arrived and that actually shocked me because it was almost eight o'clock. How were people not here yet? Unless of course, I was late and had misread my online schedule.

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