Our schedules were kind of weird though. We had a couple of classes, a break where we got to do whatever we wanted with it—some people chose to do homework or hang out with their friends—then lunch.
I found it weird because at my previous school, it wasn't like this. Now that I thought about it, what was the reason my parents transferred me? Why didn't they just leave me back at my old school?
My mind flashed back to how the whole thing happened. I had just woken up one morning and my Mom delivered the news to me that I was transferring to a new school. When I asked what school it was, she had told me that it was the same school Zachary attended and on hearing Zachary's name, I hadn't opposed her at all.
Now, I was starting to wonder.
But why couldn't I remember everything that happened at my old school? All I remembered was that I was the most popular and considered the prettiest girl at my old school, but that was it.
