Ryan Strikes Again

Chapter 1


As many of you know it can be hard to get accepted at a new school, but I don’t have this problem. See, when you move all the time you get used to it. Even though it can get easier. This time we’re moving is because my mom would have to-once again- get another job. It does get old fast moving but when your dad has left your mom when you we’re five you would know this feeling. I get my chance to find out who he is.
When we arrived at the airport mother pointed at a sign reading “Parker”.
“That’s us girl. Left’s go!” Mom exclaimed in my ear.
“Not so loud! I have a ear infection remember that doctor appointment. All the screaming and I’m saying shut up.!” Mom has once again lost her mind., but that is nothing out of the ordinary.
Oh wait. Where is my southern hospitality. My name is Ryan. I’m originally from Barton Rouge Louisiana. Then we moved to New Orleans, followed by Washington D.C. I think we then moved to New York... It could have been Salt Lake City though plus many more. Yes I have moved more then the average military kid and way more. Of course there are always your oddities. Mine is actually a question. How come we have never moved to a suburb? I also have another one. How come dad is never around?

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“Daddy!!!!” Screams came from me, Becka.
“Yes Becka?” Cole Bihar said to his teenage daughter.
“I want apple juice. Not orange.”
“Sorry but don’t you have school to go to?”
“I’m going Daddy!”
I quickly pick up my L.L. Bean messenger bag and flute case.
“Dad, I’m gonna walk home after my flute lesson.”
“Yes dear.”
I open and shut the apartment door. I run down the stairwell because I’m already late. No one ever says anything but I know Dad had a relationship before mom and has another kid. I know this because one time my parents told me that I wasn’t supposed to be born when I was because Dad had just found out he had fathered another child not just me. This other kid is only like four mouths older then me.
I hurry down the sidewalk hoping to make it to my school in time.
“Thank god.“ I tell myself. I can’t be late again or I will get a detention and I can only have five a semester or I can get suspended. I even have enough time to get to my locker.
“Becka! Becka! Did you hear?” Chloe, my best friend in the whole world-I have known her since kindergarten- is screaming at me.
“Hear what?” Chloe is also known to be Miss Gossip at out school. White Brook academy.
“Well Becka, there is a new girl. She is in our grade. And she looks almost exactly like you!!!!”
“Your kidding right?” The first thought that comes to mind is that she is just another kid that...what about my dad having another kid.
I hurry to homeroom. I get there just as the bell rings.
“Take your seats. There aren't any announcements today. So just wait for the bell darlings.”
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This is so cruel! Me....yes me Ryan is sitting in the principal's office on the first day waiting to be seen. My question is...what did I do? I walked into school and some teacher walks over and says: "You need to go see the principal’s office now!”
So I scurried my little butt on in there. I know I’m normally the trouble child but....on my first day? Strange.
“Do you know why you are here miss Ryan?” Principal Hanover asked Ryan.
“No ma’am I do not. Did I do something wrong?”
“Well miss you are here because at your old school you seemed to be quite the trouble maker.”
“Ma’am that’s why I was sent here so I wouldn’t be a trouble maker. I promise I'll be good,” I didn’t think I could say anything else. I was freaking out as it was.
“That’s all Ryan. You can go to class now.”
“Good bye Principal Hanover,” I said in goodbye to her.