Scripted Thoughts

Chapter 1: Moving In

"Welcome to Rosewood High. What do you think, Ash?" Mom asked with a warm smile.

"It's so huge. I almost forgot Rosewood is one of the best schools known in Spokane." I admitted.

"Yes, indeed. So are you ready for your first day tomorrow?" I shivered at her question.

Transferring to such a big school could only mean one thing.

Meeting new people.

Just great.

"To be honest, I don't think I am. I mean, I've been homeschooled for two years and living in such an unknown environment would be hard to adapt in. You know those people who experience cultural shock? That's how exactly I would feel. And what if... that incident happens again?" I asked hesitantly, my hands balling into fists as my horrible past from my previous school flashed through my mind.

"Sweetie, that won't happen again and you'll definitely do whatever it takes to never make that cycle repeat all over again. You're a strong girl, Ash. I know, you'll do just fine." Mom assured.

I really hope you're right, mom.

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As we walked along the campus area, I inhaled the fresh air and savored the breeze brushing past us from time to time. Now that I think about it, I have no clue as to why my parents would choose this school. Rosewood High is not just any ordinary school. It's a school were a bunch of extremely talented and intellectual students study in. Of course those with big brains are included. In Spelling Bee and Math competitions, participants in Rosewood were usually the victors. Those who have high potential in sports who are also known as the popular jock would attain the championship awards inevitably. All of Rosewood High's sports teams such as basketball, football, volleyball and swimming were always ranked in top in every sports tournament. The same thing also applies to their musicianship. In choir, dance and band competitions, Rosewood has the highest winning rate.

To think that mom enrolled me to an exclusive and high-class school is just a huge mistake. I'm not the most brilliant and clever person anyone has ever known and I certainly won't become one no matter how hard I try. With academics as my weakest point, I've never obtained an A+ grade in my whole life as a student. Sports was another problematic thing for me. I quit playing soccer long ago under personal circumstances so I'm not suitable to become a popular jock either. I also gave up on my band when I was in eighth grade after our horrible performance in an audition, resulting to our disbandment.

So what now? I'm completely talentless. Just what are my parents thinking, enrolling me to this type of school when I have nothing to offer?

Mom's pace suddenly came to a halt, cutting off my train of thoughts.

"We're here, Ash." Looking up, there stood a black panel door with my room number seen above the peephole in bold gold font. 0810. Below the peephole was a whiteboard, probably a provider for other dorm mates to leave a message. I fished my gold dorm key out of my pocket, creating a jingling noise as I unlocked the door.

Large brown-framed windows at the middle of the room was the first thing I caught sight of, over viewing the campus area, and a duo wooden study table. Two wooden book shelves are on each side and a single-sized bed laid in front of the respective shelves.

Deciding to stop gawking at my new room, I proceeded to unpack my things. While mom was bringing all the boxes in, I make sure to unload everything. My shelf was immediately stacked with books compared to my closet which is not even fully filled excluding a few dark-colored jackets, sweaters and some jeans.