Just The Same

The First Day

There's a knock on my door and I grunt, giving permission for whoever to enter. The knob twists and the door cracks, "Zoey... It's time to get up, dear. Sebastian is cooking breakfast, come down when your ready, honey." My mom closes my door and I sit up and stretch. I pick up my phone and check the time. I have two hours left before I have to leave for the first day of school. I walk into my bathroom and hop in the shower pinning my hair up. After my shower, I throw on my robe on and straighten my hair. I put on my makeup and go into my closet. I go through the things I hung up yesterday, looking back at my wardrobe box, tightly taped up. I settle on a pair of low cut skinny jeans and my favorite off the shoulder top. I put on my white Converse and grab my bag with my schedule and a couple of notebooks and pens. I grab my phone and hop downstairs. I sit at the bar and Sebastian, our chef, gives me my vegetarian omelet, made with egg whites and spinach. I eat half of it and fill my yeti cup with pellet ice and La Croix. "Mum! I'm leaving!"

"Okay honey! Have a good first day!"

I turn to Sebastian, "Merci."

"Do rien madame, have a good day at school." I grab keys and drive to school.

I pull into a parking spot and I see everyone staring at my car. I get out and as I pass the other students, I feel their eyes following me. I put my Ray-Bans on top of my head, showing my bright green eyes. I walk through the double doors and head to the front office. I check in and the secretary hands me my text books. I put them in my bag as the bell rings and the students come piling in. I start walking with the flow trying to find my first class. Someone bumps into me as I'm looking down for the room number. I accidentally drop my bag and my new text books go everywhere. I start putting them into my bag when the person who bumped into me kneels down to help me. He hands me my French and Calculus 1 book. Our eyes meet and he smiles, "You must be new." He stands up, "I'm Brandon." He holds his hand out to help me up. I take it and stand up, "I'm Zoey. I just moved from London."

"That explains the accent."

"Yeah." There is a silence that wasn't awkward, "Um, can you help me find," I look down at my schedule, "Room 107, Donaldson?"

"Yeah, I'm heading to his class." I follow him there and walk into the door as the bell rings. I sit in the last seat which is in the front. I look at Brandon from across the room and he smiles. I look back forward and Mr. Donaldson takes role. "Leblanc, Zoey."

"Here." I say and raise my hair.

He looks up, "Miss Leblanc, your last name is french."

"Yes sir. My father is full french."

"Why are you in my class then?"

"I was told this is the last language class open."

"Very well. J'espère que vous êtes mon étudiant vedette" (I hope you are my star student.)

"Oui monsieur, peut-être que je vais enseigner le cours" (Yes, sir. Maybe I'll teach the class.)

"Je vais vous faire savoir si j'ai besoin d'aide" (I'll let you know if I need any help.) He finishes the roll and start class. I doodle in my notebook and he talks to me, "Zoey, que crois tu faire? dans ma classe?" (What do you think you are doing? In my class?)

"Je suis désolé, monsieur, pardonnez-moi." (I'm sorry, sir, please forgive me.)

He never got on to me after that, but then again, I didn't doodle in my notebook after that either.

I finish my first day at my new school and even made some friends along the way. I pull into the driveway and my phone buzzes. When the car is in park, I check my phone and see a text from Brionna, 'hey there's a party tonight at Brandon's and I think he wants you to go'

'what time?'

'it starts at 8'

'okay, i'll be there'

I get out of the car and make my way inside. Sebastian is already starting dinner and he greets me the same as always, "Bonjour, madame Zoey."

"Bonjour, Sebastian," I say as I pass the kitchen to the stairs. My mom was already home and stopped me before I made it to my room, "Hey honey, how was your first day?"

"It was good. I made some friends and met a boy."

"Wow! Already?"

"Yeah, and there's this party tonight at 8, can I go?"

"Sure, but you have to be back by curfew."

"Is it still that same?"

"Midnight, one at the latest."

"Okay, thanks Mom." I walk into my room and turn on my TV. I put it on 'Say Yes to the Dress' and start to get ready for the party.

I take another shower and let my hair dry into my natural beach waves. I put on my makeup and go into my closet to pick out my clothes. I put on my high waisted shorts and white crop top. I pull my flannel over it and slip into my black ankle booties. "Mum! I'm leaving!" I say as I grab my phone off the charger and my keys off my end table.

"Okay! Don't forget curfew!"

I walk down stairs and I get a text from Brandon, 'Hey are you coming to my party?'

'idk yet, still thinking'

'you would make it 100x better :)' I smile from that text and get in my car to drive to his house. I pull into the grass with everyone else and make my way inside the crowded home.