Chapter three

Here I am shopping with my new mom at the mall. Really. I don't't know how she convinced me.  I told her we could just shop online,but she waved it off with a nonsense and she practically forced clothes on me and brushed my hair. Ugh. I just remembered.  We are going to the hairdresser's shop to get my hair done.  I rake a hand through my hair .

At juvie,I didn't plait my hair.  I just left it like that.  It kinda looks like a bush.

"You are starting school on Monday.  I'll leave you to pick your first day outfit"Mom says and walks off .

I shrug and look at the rack of clothes in front me. What impression do I want to  make?  I think and I thought creeps its way into my mind. I smile and walk to the clothes rack and grab a power suit, some jeans , tops and on the way to the dressing room I grab a pair of glasses and I enter the dressing room.  I try on the power suit.  It fits me really well and it makes my butt look bigger than it already is.  My butt is big and its those kind of butt that looks like they were filled with water.  Any little movement I make my butt shakes wildly,talkless of me making huge movements or shaking it purposely. 

Just what I want . I tell myself as I look at my reflection in the mirror. 

After all the shopping, we both go to the hairdresser.  Mom chose the hairstyle for me. After about three hours,she finishes and I look at myself in the mirror.  She had done braids for me and the hair attachment was wine and it really complimented my black eyes.

When we get home it's late already so we settle for pizza. Rob isn't home and I don't bother to ask where he is. 

I go to sleep thinking of what school would be like.

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I wake up the next morning.  Which was a Monday.  I go into the bathroom and take a shower before settling down to dress up. I don't know what came over me ,but I wanted to dress like a nerd on the first day of school. 

I wear the power suit and the glasses.  I look like someone going for a job interview, but it doesn't bother me.  I grab a pair of low curt heels ,I put them on before going  downstairs .

"Good morning " I greet mom as I enter the kitchen. 

"Sam. Nice of you to com..." She says, but stops short when she turns and sees my outfit and raises a eyebrow. 

"Sam. I know you are nervous, but don't you think this is just a tad over the top?" She asks referring to my outfit. 

"I'm fine ."  I tell her and sit down to eat .

After ten minutes of eating in silence. We stand up and walk to the car.

6"You sure Sam?" She asks referring to my outfit.  I  nod and push the glasses up .

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I gulp when we pull up to the school compound.  I'm starting to hyperventilate.  I get down from the car and mom comes down to help me with my bag . We walk to the principal's office together .

"Samantha Jones. "The principal calls as soon as we enter his office.  It doesn't take long before he gives me my timetable and assigns me to a locker. 

"Thank you sir." I say as we leave his office.

"I'll be leaving now. " Mom says and squeezes my hand . I just nod and she gives me a kiss on my forehead, before leaving.

"Bye mom. Love you" I shout and few of the students in the hall  snicker. I give them a glare before walking to my locker.

I put my bag on my back and hold my books in front of me . The way a nerd would do . I walk down the hallway further, until I reach my locker. I dump my books and timetable inside and grab the books  I need for today . I'm well aware of people  staring at me. I turn back and see the looking at me as if the next minute  I will drop dead.

"Nothing to see here . " I mutter loud enough for them to hear.  I turn back to my locker. I bring out my phone and try to while away time . I bring out the sheet of paper. I kept in my bag last night and dial the number. 

It rings a couple of times. "Hello?" The voice says and I smile. 

"Joy. It's me. " I say and she sighs from the other end.

"Oh. Are you out of the country or whats with the foreign  number? " She asks. 

"Yeah". I answer.  The bell rings and I know it's time for classes to begin.

"Gotta go " I tell her and hang up.

  I walk to class and I take a seat at the back of the class.  When the class starts.  I can't help ,but notice the way the glasses are falling from my nose and I keep pushing them up.

"Ugh " I mutter under my breath pushing it up with my second finger. 

"You know you can just remove them "a voice says beside me and I turn to look.

It was a boy with brown hair and gray eyes. I didn't take my time to look. (Trust me .when I say Nigerian girls are not those that throw their feelings on the floor. )

 (A/N:so true.)

"I need it" I lie and he scoffs.

"Since when did "Louis vilton" start selling recommended glasses. "He shoots and I'm caught off guard. 

"What?" I say and remove the glasses to check it for the signature.

Damn Louis. I curse.

"Oh. Don't remove it you might need it to see my face or what the teacher is teaching." He mocks and I scowl at him.

  I  focus on the class and I try not to look at his abs or his handsome features. 

"Nice birth mark." He comments as we jot something down in our notes.

"What?" I ask and he points at the line that runs across my eyebrows like a thunderbolt.  I don't know if he is mocking me or not.

"Thanks? "I tell him and he smiles.  "Its not a birthmark its a scar. "I correct  him and he frowns slightly.

He is about to say something, but the bell interrupts him.

I grab my books and I stand up to leave but ,something drops out of my bag. I turn and see its my phone.  He picks it up and looks at me with a raised eyebrow.   I understood the look . He was possibly like "damn.she must be loaded to have this kind of phone."

I ignore his looks and proceed to walk out of the class,but he stops me.

"I'm Mason by the way"He introduces.

"I'm  Sam ".  I tell him and walk out of the class before he asks anything again .

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