Tara
"Tara? Earth to Tara! Tara! Justin Bieber is here!"
"What?! Where is that GB?" I got back to my senses and started looking around. I was in Elaine's car. And that's when I heard Elaine roaring in laughter.
"You literally believed what I just said . It's easy for people to trick you in a second."
"Mom, you know I was waiting for the perfect moment to kill that guy. And why did you interrupt my trip to Dreamland?"
"You're in school now. And I need to get to work in 20 minutes. So, GET OUT OF MY CAR!"
" Ouch. You hurt me Mom. Didn't you hear it shatter?"
"Hmm. That's okay. You don't have to go to school today."
What?! Is she serious? She was the one who said "School is important" or "Don't you miss school unless you're sick" and bla bla bla. HEY, MOM JUST SAID I DIDN'T NEED TO GO TO SCHOOL!!!
"Are you serious? Thank you so much. But, what would we be doing?"
" Well, you would come to my office and I'll throw everything about Justin Bieber on you. And guess what? You'll be a Belieber in no time."
"Wait...what?! No way I'm gonna like his guts. Does he think he is great? I'm gonna go to school now. See ya later." I got off the car until I heard the car honking. I turned around and Elaine said...
" You forgot to ask me something, didn't you?"
"What is it, Mom?I'm getting late."
"Is it too late now to say sorry?"She sang that line of GB's Sorry.
I practically rolled my eyes at her as she laughed at me. Although she annoys me, I still love her and I know she does too.
"Okay,bye Mom."
"Bye, Tara." She drove away and I walked into the school. "I can do this." I whispered to myself.
*You must be wondering what happened in a week. Elaine broke the news that they (the Roberts) would foster me and I have been trying to get used to my new family. So, I started by calling Elaine,Mom and George,Dad for a start. You should have seen their reaction the second day I was with them. They cried, even Dad and Luke. They never let me feel alone but understand my personal space so much. Seeing them treating me so well made me feel like shedding tears. And what do I mean by GB? Why do I call Justin Bieber GB? Well, GB stands for 'gay boy'. This may be hurting Justin's fans especially the Beliebers. But what can I do? I don't really fancy him and that was what my friend,Mina,called him four years ago. She said it all the time until it got stuck in my head. I don't see where I'm wrong, but if I am,sorry. I wouldn't forget to mention Luke has a problem. Since he doesn't spend time wisely, he has to read a novel, write an essay about it and hand it in to Mom in two weeks and Dad has to do the same. I could tell that they did not like reading. I had to go and give them a helping hand. I made them read whenever they were free, doing nothing at home. Especially on Saturday and Sunday(yesterday) and they were better than the weekdays. I went shopping with Mom for stuff. Clothes, books for school, painting stuffs(did I mention that I paint?) and Mom got me an iPod. She said I should be listening to songs to release some stress.*
I shook off my thoughts and tried finding my way to the office. Luckily, I got there quite quick. I pushed the door open and walked to the clerk. She looked very eerie with the thick black-rimmed glasses which were almost sliding off her nose and she asked me in a monotone voice. "What do you need?"
"I'm here to pick my schedule. My name's Tara Sullivan."
She stopped her work on the computer and looked around her desk.
"Ugh, what a mess! When will I get to clean up when work is piling up? And now, kids asking for their schedule. Why do you test me, dear Lord?" She finally got hold of my schedule and almost threw it at me.
"Here. Now, get out!" She pointed towards the door. I sighed and walked towards it but before I pulled the door, I turned around to the clerk.
"I'm sorry,ma'am."
"Sorry? For what?" She asked; confusion written all over her face.
"I made your day bad. I can see you're tired but I added up your stress. I apologize for that."
The confusion on her face turned to guilt. "No dear. I'm sorry I showed my temper at you. My mood today is terrible and I hurt you. I'm sorry."
"That's okay, ma'am. I understand you. Do you want to talk about your problem if you don't mind?"
"You will? I really need someone to share my problems with but no one seems to have the time. Thank you. But you have to classes and I don't want you to get into trouble."
"I'll come and talk to you whenever I'm free. Is it okay, ma'am?"
"Thank you, Tara. That would mean a lot to me. Call me Agnes. Don't make me feel old." She grinned at me.
"Okay, Agnes. See you soon." I said and I made my way out of the office.
I looked at the schedule in my hand. Great...I was having Biology. Gosh, I hate this so much. I brought my locker key out of my pocket and inspected it carefully. A159. That's my locker number. I walked in the hallway until I found my locker. I unlocked it and kept all my books in there except for my Math books and bag. I was looking for my classroom and honestly, I was lost. Where the heck was Laboratory 2? I was trying to search for my way until this happened...
"Tara? Is that you?"
It sounded like the voice of a guy. I turned around to find out the owner of the voice. When I saw him, I was shocked.
"Cole?"