Octavia looked up at her new school with disinterest. She didn't want to be here. But being in her Dad's car wasn't where she wanted to be either. Not even home was a place she wanted to be right now. She hated going to new schools, especially this one. She pulled her black bangs over her eyes so she couldn't see anyone as she pulled up in her black, fancy limo. Which barely helped because her limo had caused everyone out front to look at it in amazement. She looked down at the limo's floor where she was making her bangs lower in her face then she had put it in. After raising her head, she could see snobby and yet, nice looking people chatting, while they looked at her limo. She grabbed her backpack and put her hand on the door's handle, about to open until her Dad stopped her.
"I would expect you to go straight into the Principle's office. I don't want you to have a rough time today." Octavia's Dad sighed, looking at his daughter.
"Yes Father. I know you've told me this the past three schools I had went to. I think I know already." Octavia sighed.
"I'm just telling you. Sweetie, I want you to have a good education. It's not my fault. It's just a parent's job. Now before class, sign up for the music program. Okay?"
Octavia sat there for a while, looking at the car door and to her Dad. All she could say was "Yes." She walked out of the limo and onto the sidewalk of her new school. She looked up as the sign above the door had a golden horse symbol. Everywhere, students looked at her clothes and whispered more. The nice looking teens smiled at her. Of course, she didn't mind the popular people. They were in their own world, just making fun of the closest person they see.
Octavia was wearing her normal, short sleeve Victorian shirt with a Victorian swirly brown skirt with a yellow belt. She looked down at her new school and turned around to her Dad's limo to get her cello before he left. Octavia closed the back door and waved as her Dad drove away. She sighed once more and began moving toward her new school until she was stopped by a pink colored skinned and pink haired girl.
"Hi! Aren't you the new girl?"
"Well, yes I am but I am in a hurry before class starts so can I talk to you later? Maybe at lunch?" Octavia replied.
The pink girl smiled at the black haired girl and blinked her bright blue eyes.
"Okei doki loki."
Octavia had found the Principle's office very seriously. It was the only door on the left that didn't have blank stuff in it. Plus, on the door it said, Principle's Office. Octavia opened it and saw a white skinned girl with long different colored hair. She had been writing something down until she looked up to the girl standing in the doorway and motioned her in. Octavia slowly walked in and sat in a seat. She patiently waited for the woman to finish her writing and to talk to her. She put down her pen and crossed her arms on her desk.
"You must be the new girl here."
"Yes ma'm."
"Oh you can just call me Celestia." replied Celestia. "Now will you exuse me? I have something to do real quick."
"Oh. I don't mind."
"So I have heard you were looking foward to joining the music program is that correct?"
"Yes. I love music."
"Well just sign this and you'll be in." Celestia said handing Octavia a sign up sheet and schedule.
Octavia pulled the sheet toward her and signed it. She gathered her things and left the office. Octavia walked around the school and started to look at her schedule.
Okay.. So I'm going to go to English first..
Octavia took a deep breath and finally got to sit down for the day. She turned her attention to the front of the board, which the teacher wasn't here yet so she relaxed and pulled out her English stuff and put away her cello and backpack behind her seat. She sighed as she looked around the room, looking at her classmates and how the English teacher arranged this room. She put her head down and closed her eyes.
"Hey. You must be new here."
Octavia turned herself and attention to the teen next to her. She had lightning blue and light blue hair and white skin. She wore purple shades that covered her eyes and headphones, bursting out dubstep.
"Well yeah. Does everybody here know that?" asked Octavia, rolling her eyes.
"Apparently. Yes. Hey the name's Vinyl Scratch."
"Octavia Melody."
"Yo, what's up with your voice? British accent?"
"No I just grew up in a Victorian family. No accent. Just my voice."
"Oh well I have no idea what Victorian means and I'd like it to stay that way." Vinyl said, putting her legs up on her desk.
Octavia was glad that was over. It had been so long. Even longer than her other schools. Though, she didn't mind the learning, it was just boring. Miss. Cheerilee, the teacher, just let us review something from middle school that she was pretty sure everyone already knew already.
Octavia walked out of her last hour class, walking tall and proud. She wasn't really proud, she just showed herself as a confident girl. School was out and everyone was running out of the school as fast as anyone in track could do. She walked home with Vinyl and since it was Friday, she thought she could stay over, just because.
"So..." Vinyl said, sitting around on Octavia's couch in her room eating pizza. "Like dubstep?"
"No. I only like classical music."
"Your such a bore." Vinyl replied, taking out a Joy Boy and playing it.
"Well I'm sorry." replied Octavia, with a confidant voice in her tone. "It was just the way I am, okay?"
"You know your not that bad as a friend actually. Just a day made me realize it. I'm slow and not that smart. My grades are my grades." Vinyl said still paying attention to her game.
"Well.. the night's still young.. What do you wanna do?"
"Truth or dare." laughed Vinyl.
"Ok.. so I dare you to arrive to school on Monday in nothing but a pink dress, bows in your hair, with pigtails, and silver heels." Vinyl laughed.
Octavia's purple eyes opened big and blushed.
"Uh.. how about just hanging out from now on?"
