It's official, God hates me!
Not only would my car not start this morning, but it's also raining, and I'm late for school.
Looking down at the time on my phone, it read '9:34'.
School started over half an hour ago.
Eventually reaching the school gates, the rain had finally stopped allowing for the sun to appear from behind the once dark rain clouds in the sky. Grabbing my student pass out of my pocket, I jumped at the sound of an engine. Looking up, an old Chevy Impala drove past me. The shiny black body gleamed in the sunlight.
Walking down the path to the reception, I stared at the mysterious vehicle. As the doors opened, two boys got out of it. One looked around my age and was dressed in a dark brown leather coat and jeans while the other was younger and dressed in a light brown coat with a beige t shirt and light blue jeans. The older boy was without a bag while the youngest threw the straps over his shoulders nervously.
It was already well over half way through the year. We never usually get any fresh meat this far through semester.
The Chevy Impala was quick to drive away leaving the two boys to join the path down to the reception.
Walking behind them, it was clear that the oldest boy was the most confident. With his head held high, he was already walking around the place like he owned it. The youngest however, walked slumped with his head hung and a nervously tight grip on one strap of the backpack while his other hand was buried deep into the pocket of his coat.
"I'm sick of being the new kid, Dean." I heard the youngest say.
"It'll be fine, Sammy." The oldest reassured. "Dad will come and pick us up when he's finished the job and then we'll be outta' here."
I furrowed an eyebrow. They'd just got here, why would they be leaving so soon?
Noticing me walking behind them, the oldest turned to me.
"Hey sweet cheeks." He grinned. "Where's the reception in this place?"
I just looked at him before scoffing at his ridiculous attempt of flirting. "It's just down here." I answered, reluctantly. "You guys are gonna' get it in the neck off 'The Eagle' for being late on your first day."
"The Eagle?" The eldest furrowed an eyebrow.
"Mr Peters. He's the principal here, and he doesn't take students being late well. As you're about to find out." I stated.
"Why are you late?" He asked.
"My car wouldn't start this morning so I had to walk." I answered as we reached the door to the reception. Scanning my pass on the reader, the door opened and I walked in.
The two boys followed.
Making our way over to the reception desk, Mrs Andrews shook her head and began to tut.
"This is a new record even for you, Miss Swire." She stated sternly.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm here aren't I?" I replied in a less than caring tone. "It's an improvement on yesterday if you're looking at it that way."
"Mr Peters wants to see you in his office regarding your absence yesterday." Mrs Andrews clearly wasn't taking any of my shit today.
"Oh goodie..." I grinned sarcastically.
Mrs Andrews turned to the two boys. "I need you both to fill out these forms, then Mr Peters wants to speak to you both in his office too." She turned to me. "Charlie here can show you the way, she knows the route very well."
As I waited for the boys to finished filling out their forms, I occasionally glanced over at the sheets of paper to try and find out more about them.
'Dean Winchester, 17 years old'
'Sam Winchester, 13 years old'
So they're brothers, I should've guessed that.
Handing their forms to Mrs Andrews, I grinned at her as I walked passed.
Entering the corridor, Dean smirked. "You seemed so sweet and innocent."
"Never judge a book by it's cover." I replied.
"You get sent to the principal's office alot?" He asked.
I nodded. "I'm two strikes away from my second suspension."
"What'd you do for your first?"
"Got into a fight with the head girl, broke her nose." I explained.
"Well that was stupid." Dean smirked.
"The only thing that was stupid about it was the fact I got caught. The bitch deserved it."
"Why?" He asked.
"Long story." I simply replied, not wanting to go into detail.
Dean turned his brother. "Cheer up, Sammy. We're not going to get in trouble."
Sam didn't answer, only readjusted the strap on his shoulder.
"Trust me kid, he'll be more angry at me." I tried to reassure him as we reached the principle's office. Opening the door, I walked in. "You wanted to see me."
"There is such a thing as knocking, Charlie. Maybe you should try it next time." Mr Peters stated from his seat behind the desk.
I took a seat in the chair opposite before turning to the Winchester brothers. "You gonna' stand out there all day?"
Dean smirked before walking in.
Sam followed before closing the door behind him.
"Welcome to Rynnbeck High." The principal stated with a smile.
"Home of no one influential ever." I added.
"We could do without the commentary, Charlie." He spoke in a stern tone. "Anyway, I have a map of the school for each of you and a copy of your timetables." Searching through a pile on his desk, he plucked out the sheets and handing them to Sam and Dean.
"Thank you, Sir." The Winchester brother's said in unison.
"Off you go, you don't want to be any later for your first period."
They nodded before leaving the office.
-Third Person POV-
Dean turned to Sam. "I'll see you at lunch."
Sam nodded before walking off.
Standing outside the office, Dean unfolded the map and timetable.
"Well it's not my fault!" He heard Charlie shout from inside the office. "How was I supposed to know my car wasn't going to start, I'm not psychic!"
Turning back to the door, he began to listen in.
"You can't keep doing this, Charlie! Being late 99% of the time and skiving off when you can't be bothered to show up. All of this goes down on your permanent record." Mr Peters stated in an equally loud tone.
"So what if it does?"
"You'll never get employed with your track record." He replied.
"It's as if you're dying to get rid of me." Charlie shouted. "I'm sure the Wicked Witch of the West would love to see the back of me."
"Her name is Isabelle, and don't you dare talk about her like that! If you want to live under my roof, then you will abide by my rules."
"I never wanted to live under your roof in the first place!"
"Do you think your Mother would be proud of you if she saw you now?"
There was a silence.
"Cause' she wouldn't be. Not in the slightest. You're arrogant, lazy, rude..."
"Shut up." A voice finally answered in a quiet tone.
"You're not the girl she raised. Not anymore."
"I said shut up!" Charlie screamed.
The door opened causing me to jump.
Tears were trickling down her cheeks.
I moved quickly so she wouldn't see me.
Charlie ran off down the corridor.
Mr Peters walked down the door and looked around. He caught sight of me. "I told you to go to your lesson." He stated.
I nodded and walked off.