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Here I am, preparing for my first day at Seashell Ridge High-school. My family moved over the summer all because my mom wanted a ‘change of scenery.’ Of course, this meant that I had to leave all of my friends behind in Florida.
Making friends has never been easy for me, I really struggled to find friends that actually understood me. That was the most devastating part of the move. I had to leave my best friend, Irene, back in Florida.
As for me, I am not what you would describe as a popular girl. I am not a dork by any means, but I have never truly fit in. I grew up as the tall, awkward girl who never knew how to hold herself.
Friends came far and few, so I was grateful for the ones that I did have. Someone that did always have my back, though, was my older brother. George. He always defended me against my bullies, and didn’t hold back from throwing a punch, which got him in trouble various times.
My last alarm rings at 6:00 am. I gruffly lift myself out of bed and place my feet on the cold hardwood floor of my new bedroom. Unpacked boxes lay in piles around the 11 by 12 room, still waiting with all of my belongings in them. With a yawn and a stretch I finally get off of my overly comfortable and warm mattress, and head over to my closet, where I choose my clothes for the day.
I sprawled out a tank-top and shorts on my bed, and grabbed a hairscarf from my vanity. I wanted a casual but dressy look for my first day, a new attempt at life, and a new world ahead of me. Putting on the clothes, I sat in my vanity and started to do my makeup. The clock ticks closer to 7:00.
The makeup I do is minimal. I applied mascara to my eyelashes, and sprinkled my cheeks with blush. When I’m done with that, the clock hits 7:25 am, I have 35 minutes left to freshen myself up. As for my hair, it takes me a couple minutes to decide what to do with it, but I decided a loose curl and a sideswept band would be easy and cute.
7:40 am. My bag is packed, my shoes are tied, and I look presentable. I open the door to the car that my father gifted me on my16th birthday. A red Buick Century. I sit behind the wheel and mentally prepare myself for the horror that I have to face in 40 minutes, debating whether skipping is an option.. It’s not.
The drive to school was overall uneventful, and I arrived at 8:00 am, 20 minutes before my classes start. To fill my free time, I decided to read, and did so until the bell rang. I gathered my belongings and shoved them into my backpack, making sure to lock my car when I left it.
In my left hand was the paper that decided my fate for the next year. To my relief, homeroom was Art Two. I made my way down the long corridor to my class, and was thrilled to see that it had large windows outlooking the beautiful nature of this town. I quickly made my way to a seat onlooking the beauty of Oregon.
I allowed myself to zone out thinking of my brother, and how his first day was going. He was a senior this year, so making new friends would be harder since everyone already had their groups.
“Adalynne Jones?” The calling of my name ripped me out of my daydreams, and brought me back to the present. The teacher was calling attendance.
“Present,” I replied. The good part about being the new girl is that nobody has a reason to make fun of you. Yet. My plan for the day was to keep my head down and fit in, but that was sort of hard to do as the five-foot-ten girl in a school filled with girls who were barely five-foot-five.
After she was done calling attendance, my new teacher, Mrs.Warsley, instructed us to the forms presented at the front of the classroom. I picked up my new #2 pencil and dragged it across the blank sheet of paper.
Art is my form of escape, you could say. From all kinds of things; stress, my parents, my brother, and life.
Mrs. Warsley makes her way around the room, checking everyone's papers, and giving constructive criticism to the students that need it. Although, when she walks by and looks at my paper, all that I get is a smile and a nod. I hope that means I'm doing this correctly. The class passed by in what felt like minutes, and the bell rang for second hour.
Time for French Two, which frankly, I am awful at.
“Bonjour, Classe!” We all take our seats while our teacher presents himself. “Je m’appelle Monsieur Graham. I’m your professeur for the year.” Soon after, we started copying notes off of the chalkboard. Most of it being a review of French One. Time quickly passes by while I copy the words into my new notebook, with my new pencils, from my new backpack.
When we completed taking down the notes, my teacher had us line up to introduce ourselves to each other. Just like every other student, I had not studied over the summer, so I was slightly nervous. I stepped up to the girl in front of me. She was an eye-catcher, definitely the beauty of the school.
She had piercing light green and blue eyes with blonde hair and tan skin. Her hair sat in curls that stopped right after touching her shoulders, and her nose was small and dainty. She was quite curvy, and dressed herself well.
“Bonjour, Je m’appelle Rosabelle. Et toi?” Her tan skin was kissed with a singular freckle, and confidence radiated out of her.
“Je m’appelle Adalynne.” We exchanged an awkward smile, and returned to our seats. The clock showed me that it was almost time to leave, so I decided to pack up my bag. The bells rings, and it’s time for P.E... So fun.
“Au demain, étudiants! Passe une bonne journée!”
And with that, I was off to third period. The walk wasn’t very far, so I decided to drop by the restrooms to have a look at myself before class. I pushed back the swinging door and stepped in. The first thing that caught my attention was the walls, they were covered in graffiti.
Molly V. is a whore!!
Fuck you.
If your reading this, your stupid.
I sighed at the stupidity on the wall and put my bag down next to the sink, checking my hair and makeup in the mirror before going to the bathroom. When I came back out and started washing my hands, the halfway bell rang, signalling that everyone had two minutes left to return to class.
I left the bathroom in a hurry with my head down, not wanting to be late on my first day. My steps pick up their pace as I round the corner to the building that my class is in.
“Oough!”The air got knocked out of my lungs as I ran into nothing else but what looked like a popular jock.
“G-oof! What the hell? Watch where you’re walking.” he scoffed at me and walked the other direction.
After standing there like an idiot, I fixed myself up and continued on my way to class. Instead of doing icebreakers in P.E, the coach thought that a game of soccer would be better.
The ladies were led into the locker-room, and the boys into another. I made quick work of getting changed into my P.E clothes, and left the locker room to go wait with the coach for everyone else to come out. Something oddly familiar caught my eye though.
Dark brown hair leading down to the tan face of the boy I had run straight into earlier. I averted my gaze, but not before he had caught sight of me. The asian boy started talking quietly to the boys around him while periodically peeking back up at me.
I had a sinking feeling the conversation was about me, and that it wasn’t good.
We were given our roles for soccer, and luckily for me, I was given the role of goalie, which was about the only thing I knew how to do in any sport. The game started after two teams were created from our P.E class, and so far, I was failing mine.
The boy I had bumped into was on the other team, and he was still visibly annoyed with me. If his body language didn't give that away, him aiming the ball at my head every chance he got definitely did.
During the game I was able to have some short conversations with one of the girls near me. Her name is Harper Caradine, and she is quite nice. She has brown skin that matches her brown eyes, and super long hair, and when I say super long, it's almost as tall as she is.
In the limited time that we had to talk, I learned that we’re actually the same age, and both of us enjoy nature a lot.
“Get your head in the game, Carrots!” I could only assume this was directed to me. My hair is a light orange, with a tinge of blonde mixed into it. I turned back into the game to see what was happening and-
Bang! My head immediately got thrown back with immense force from the ball that hit me. My vision began to spot, and I fell to the floor.
So much for not having an embarrassing first day.
The last thing that I was able to hear was someone yelling over me.
“Are you kidding me, Rome?” Yet, I had no idea who had said it.
I opened my eyes, and looked around. My feet weren’t touching the floor anymore, and I was being held by someone. The headache was too much and I closed my eyes, drifting back into a sleep on the shoulder of whoever was carrying me.
Poking on my arm woke me up from my short slumber. Only, it wasn’t the nurse trying to wake me up, but a boy. No, this wasn’t any boy, it was tall scary boy. His dark brown hair stood out compared to his hazel eyes, which were looking straight into mine.
“Finally, you’re awake.” He withdrew his arm, and ran a hand through his hair, mumbling something incoherent under his breath before stalking off to another room. I laid with my head against the hard pillow of the nurses office bed and thought about nothing and everything at once. Will I have to go to the hospital?
Though, voices from the other room pulled me out of my trance, and I looked over at the nurse and boy re-entering the room.
“You need to stay with her until her brother arrives, then you may return to class, Rome.
Rome. so he’s the one who absolutely destroyed me with the ball. They both turned their attention to me.
“George will be here soon, sweetie, okay?” I nodded
“George as in George Jones?” The boy asked.
I nodded again, confused as to why he was asking that. “Yes, why?”
“He’s your brother? We’re on the football team together.”
“Oh. Nice.” Oh gosh, I sound stupid, but what do you even say to that? ‘Hey, that's awesome! he’ll be thrilled you knocked me out today!’
George arrived quite quickly, as his class was close to the nurses office. Sadly I would not be driving myself home today, and only hoped nobody broke into my car.
“Ada! You okay? The nurse said you got hit in the head?” He stepped up to the bed that I was sitting on and started moving my head side to side to check for any injuries.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine, Georgie.” My brother and I have always been quite close, even though we argued a lot. We were only a year-ish apart in age, so we grew up doing all of the same things. We were even in a garage band once. I was a singer and a part time guitarist, even though I was never great at guitar.
He helped me off of the bed and wrapped an arm around my shoulder to help me walk. While doing all of this he was shooting daggers at Rome with his stare, just as pissed off as I thought he would be. He helped me into his truck and we drove home.
By the time we got to our house, all I wanted to do was sleep and eat. Georgie helped me make myself some dinner and I ended up going to sleep at 7pm.