Chapter One

Chapter One

RRRING!! My friend’s alarm rings. Great! I think. The first day of school is in two and a half hours and I am so excited. I laid out my clothes last night at my friends house. I always spend the night at her house the entire week before school starts, that way we will be prepared. I hop out of bed and do a backflip, my awakening flip, then walk into the walk-in closet. We laid our clothes out last night but, we probably weren’t going to end up wearing those. “Ena!” I call out to my friend who is still dozing off. I walk out and shake her. “Khio. Why must we awake with the sun?” Ena replies yawning and stretching her arms just to be more dramatic. Ena loves drama.

“We have to get ready for school, silly.” I reply playfully hitting her on the shoulder. Ena finally gives in and follows me back into the closet. “How can I wear this to school?!” Ena screams after seeing what she laid out. She replaces the clothes to their hangers and grabs new clothes out. She pulls out her favorite outfit. Black skinny jeans, white sneakers, soft peachy sweater, white tank top, black scarf. She walked into the first changing room and changes.

I change what I am going to wear and grab a new outfit out of Ena’s clothing assortment. She let’s me borrow anything of her’s as long as I write it on the borrow board and return it within a week. I pull out a pair of jeans, gray knit sweater, white tank top, brown knee-high boots, crimson scarf, silver cross necklace. Ena walks out and looks great. I quickly change.

We are now almost ready for school. We have one and a half hours left. Make-up time! After we are done styling our faces we have an hour for breakfast and lunch packing. School lunches are just gross and it is insane that schools get away with serving us that food. Ena’s mom, who actually cares about us, serves us warm, melty, delicious caramel pull-apart. Then gives us our purse packs. Purse packs are basically very small purses that you pack a lunch in. I open mine up. My favorite. A cheese roll-up, a breadstick, some garlic butter, some potato wedges, a slice of banana bread, a small package of cheez-it's, a coffee cake, and a slice of dessert pizza. Ena looks inside. We grab our phones then walk out the door to my car. Ena is still 15 so she doesn’t have a car yet.

My mom got me a car so that she wouldn’t see me because I wouldn’t walk around town. We get to school 20 minutes before it starts. “Khio! Nice backpack! Did you make it?” Rio, another one of my friends says running over. My backpack this year was a white cloth backpack covered in emoji’s that, yes I did make make myself. “Yes! I always do!” I reply. Rio was in her usual style.

She wore her hair in a pony, slightly curled at the ends. Her outfit was simple black jeggings, white sweater, white sneakers. Her purse pack was a black and she used it more as a purse than a lunch bag. She always packed the same lunch, half a cheese quesadilla, a slice of coffee cake, a water bottle, and some sort of large sweet to share with us.

School started. The beginning of the day is pretty normal. Language arts, math, science, and social studies went past with no problem. We met new people and played games to get to know each other. My first elective was art. “Welcome to art class.” Ms. Smith, the art teacher said as Rio and I walked in. Ena was in P.E.. “I will now call roll.” Ms. Smith said after the second bell rang, starting class.

“Rio Baker.”

“HERE!”

“Mady Carp.”

“HERE!”

“Laidi Kriss”

“Here!”

“Khio L.”

“Present!” I shout out. A few of the boys behind me snicker.

“Mike Miller.”

“Present!” Mike shouts out mocking me.

“Seth Rigman.”

“Here!”

“Henri Zender.”

“Here!” A soft yet soothing voice from behind me calls out. I turn around. Henri looks almost exactly like me. He has short brown hair that has a slight wave. His eyes are the purest green I have ever seen.

“Khio L. to the principal’s office please.” The lady on the intercom screeches out.

“Oooooh! In trouble on the first day, nicely done Miss. Present.” Seth and Mike holler out. I make eye-contact with Rio as I walk out the door. What could I have done? I think as I walk down the hall.

When I walk into the principal’s office I see Ms. Goodman, the principal, and a man who also looks like me. In fact, he looks just like the Henri. “Hello Khio. Have a seat.” Ms. Goodman says waving her arm towards the open seats. I sit in an over-stuffed blue seat and wait for Ms. Goodman to speak. “This is Mr. Zender.” Ms. Goodman finally says. “You’re Henri’s father?” I ask. “Yes.” Mr. Zender says, “And your’s.”

Author's Note

ignore grammar problemst

Reviews

[nightshade]

I love how descriptive your characters are but there might be way to describe the story without just saying things like obviously saying they wore....
also cant wait to figure out the intentions of the long lost father and the brother she never knew

[Sabrina]

Thank you nightshade!
~Sabrina

[ShowtunesGiraffe]

I agree with nighshade, it could use some more detail instead of always saying everything obviously. But I like the story so far, and I loved the plot twist at the end! Please write more, and soon!

[Sabrina]

Thank you for all of the reviews you did! I will some review your writing as it gets posted.
~Sabrina

[ShowtunesGiraffe]

I added Chapter 6

[Llamas!]

Great! I can't wait to read the next chapter that doesn't exist yet. I guess that I can wait for it though. If I rush it probably won't be that great. The details are great! I can't wait to find out how Khio will react to this man who say that he is her father. Is this really the man that she has been searching for, or is he really something else.

[Shawna]

Lots of details with the outfits, lunches, and such. It builds the picture but I wonder if there's a way to do that without every little detail. However, I really like the idea of the story. It makes me wonder how it's going to play out with this father she never knew... will she resent him? What does he want from her? So great start :)

[Sabrina]

Thank you Shawna.