The Story of Us

An Old Familiar Face

Hey sorry for the wait and short chapts. I decided to make this chapter longer Just for you guys Love you all HarryPotterLover1

Chapter 2

After first hour ended, Bella and I found out that we had science together, so I followed Bella to the science lab, which I found out that Zachery was in it. Yay, like I needed him in any of my fucking classes. Almost exactly like first hour, I talked to the teacher, she introduced me and I introduced myself, except instead of paper wads, I was met with spit balls. "Class, manners!!!" screamed Mrs. Jackson. Then apologized to me and cleaned me off. She told to sit next to a guy named Derek Jackson. Derek seemed like a nice guy, we introduced our selves and talked throughout the whole class (without getting in trouble.) I found out that he moved here three years ago, he has weird cravings, and he had a girlfriend, who just happens to be Bella. The next two hours after science went by quickly, at least I wasn't met with paper wads or spitballs, then came fifth hour, U.S. history. Damn, why did mom pick out my schedule, again? I walked in the classroom and I saw them, Zachary and his fake girlfriend, sitting with a group of friends.

As I walked by their group, I found out her first name was Mia, and she looks more like a Bitchney. I walked up to the teacher and he is one horrifying looking guy, well just his face, "Hello, my name is Coach Lake." "Hi, I'm Elizabeth Jones." "Yes, I know that; please go sit next to Bella Smith." he said that in a terrifying monotone voice, so I just nodded and sat next Bella, then the class began. As class was progressing along, I heard a whispering and looked directly at the table with the two vagina sucking bitches were, probably talking shit about me , or talking about how jealous they are about how awesome I am. Coach Lake cleared his throat and I looked up to see him standing right in front of me, "Since it looks like you know so much about the Civil War, Miss Jones, tell the class what happened during the Battle of Gettysburg?" Oh shit, "The Union army won the battle and forced the Confederate army to leave and go back to Virginia," Coach Lake sighed, "Pay attention in class." and went back to teaching. 

After class, was lunch, which I packed mine, and sat next to Bella. Derek came behind Bella and covered her eyes. "Guess who?" he asked in a girly voice. "I don't know, My boyfriend.......DJ?" "Darn it how you know?" "Who does that to girls who don't have a boyfriend?" "Oh." then we talking about Paris , "So, Elizabeth,what is Paris like?" I rolled my eyes, "Of course you would ask that question, *sigh* Paris is beautiful and not just the Eiffel Tower or the Cathedral, but the flowers in the spring, the winters with freshly laid snow is the best though, it makes the city even more beautiful, but when you go out to the country side, it is a whole new world. It is like you step into a fairy tale story and you have a warm fuzzy feeling, even in the dead of night and it becomes very cold, you still have that warm fuzzy feeling." 

I looked at them and they starred. Bella started to talk, "Wow, that was not that descriptive but yet I feel like I could have- oh crap!" "What?" "Oh nothing except Zachary is glaring over here." Confused, I looked behind and Bella was right, Zachary was glaring. Though the funny thing is he was not glaring at us, I followed his sight and saw a boy walking towards us. When he stopped at our table he motioned if he could sit with us, the three of us nodded, and he sat down. "Hi, you must be Elizabeth, I am Johnathon Harrison, I am Zachary's younger brother." I widened my and all I could do was just nod and held my hand, "Nice to meet you Johnathon," he grabbed my hand and we shook.  Before we continue our conversation, someone started to shout, "Basket Ball Try-Outs Tonight! If You Think You Can Make It Sign Up Here And Now! Everyone Is Allowed To Try Out!" It was a girl I had English with, I think it was Kayla or Kylie. "So, you trying out, Bella?" Johnathon asked, "Nah, not after what happened last year, I think that Elizabeth should." I started choking after I started eating my carrots, "What!?!" "You heard me." "I rather not, let me ge-" "Did you play basket ball back in France?" "Yeah, bu-"  "Great, I am signing you up right now," and with that she was off, signing me up. I sighed this is going to be a long year.

After Bella signed me up, we left lunch, Johnathon and I started walking to gym class, talking a little bit about France, school, and "I mean come on, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger should have been together!! Even Rowling said she have put those together!!" Johnathon shook his but before he could say anything we arrived to class. I went into the Coaches office and met Coach Lake again, oh great. "I don't believe we need to introduce each other again." I only nodded then grabbed the uniform that he handed me. I walked into the locker room only to be met with Mia. "Oh, well if it isn't the newbie," I just ignored her and walked over to the corner, "Ignoring me isn't going to help you," I just kept quiet and started to get dressed. "Hey, bitch, I am talking to you," 'And I am ignoring you,' I thought to myself.  I was finishing up when Mia grabbed my arm and pushed me to the wall, " I said I am talking to you, now listen up, you stay the hell away from my boyfri-" "Or your girlfriend." She pulled me back and slammed my head in the locker, "Hey! What is going on in here!" A female coach walked in with her arms crossed, "You girls should know better than to pick on anyone, especially, if her parents are the sheriff and deputy." Mia's eyes widen and let go of me. Before she backed away, I grabbed her wrist and muttered under my breath for only her to hear, "If you try to threaten my family, my new friends, or me, especially me again, I will make sure your ass will be put in juvie." I let go of her and walked into the gym with the coach behind me. "I am sorry for Mia's behavior, I am Coach Susan Downings and head basketball coach." I only nodded and headed to where Johnathon was at, talking to another guy. As soon as I sat down the whistle was blown and class started.

 After P.E. was choir. I don't know what it is about choir but just the thought of music puts a smile on my face. I walked in the classroom and met with the teacher who also is my band director. She introduced herself as Mrs. Miles, asked what part I sang (which is soprano), and had me sit next another soprano, whose name was Melanie Jamieson.  We talk a little about about how Mrs. Miles was an intense choir along with her band, then class started. 

After choir, I went to my last hour class, which was Author's Ed, I think, but all of the sudden I felt a pair of hands grabbing my waist, "HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE!!" I screamed then I heard a voice that I haven't heard in a long time. "Whoa, cous chill out." My cousin, Henry Hunter, was a year older than me, an American high school football player (thanks to all the pictures his mother sent to us,) and was in his senior year of high school. "Henry I'm going to kill you if you keep doing that!" and, as always, ignored me but surprised me with the next set of words, "So, you flirting with Harrison?" "What?" "Yeah, big rumor saying he almost kissed you." "What... EW!" "Wow I didn't think you take it seriously." "You JACKASS!" "Oh, by the way, your mom told me to drop you off at your house after practice. Also I am staying for dinner," "Ok, thanks, I guess. You know there not going to be there, right?" "So after football?" "Sounds good to me, also I am trying for the girls basketball team." Henry looked at me like he seen a ghost, in the past, when my family and I lived in Paris, I used to play for the the school's team, until last year, when I twisted my ankle and was told I could no longer play. "I will meet you at the football field," and I left. 

After that I ran to my last hour class in a nick of time. "Ah, another writer I see, what's your name dear?" asked the creepy teacher "Elizabeth Jones" "Ah, yes the new girl from Paris, well I'm Mrs. Holmes. Please have a seat with Mr. Daniels." I nodded and sat next to him. He pulled out his hand and shook mine.

"The name is Daniel, Mark Daniel, quarter back of the football team." "Elizabeth Smith." "Nice name." "Merci." Then he pause for a moment and asked, "You related to Hunter?" "Hunter?" "Henry Hunter." "Oui, we're cousins.'' "Not to be rude or anything but you sound more American then French."

That didn't surprise me at all. I was American. Born in America, lived in America until I was 7. We moved to Paris, France because my dad had gotten a job there. "It's ok I get that a lot." Then I turned back and listened to Mrs. Holmes.

After last period was over I walked to the gym and picked up a basketball and dribbled a little. This was going to be a very long tryout.