Hi guys. First story on my new account. Hopefully you like this story. If not, sorry. I know its super short, but I shall make it up to you all later.

~WorthlessExcellence

Clare Edwards walked through the threshold of her new home, securing the door behind her. She sank down the back of it, suddenly feeling as if she could no longer support herself. She had just gotten through her first day at her new school, and Clare could already tell she was going to hate it. Her mother, Helen, had just re-married, causing her life to be uprooted from sunny California, and shoved into the snowy nothingness of Toronto, Canada. She had a new step brother as well. Upon first meeting him she thought he was attractive in a lumberjack sort of way, but after spending time with him and his personality, she could tell that he wouldn't make this move any more joyful.

After hearing her mother enter the kitchen just across from the door where Clare currently rested, she shot up, not letting her mom see any weakness.

"Hi mom." Clare spoke up, making her mother realize her presence.

"Oh hi honey." Helen responded, looking back down at the paperwork in her hand.

"My first day wasn't that great. I mean I joined yearbook and everything, but the kids here just seem a little... Odd. I don't know if I'm going to fit in." Doubt could be seen in Clare's eyes.

"Your going to be fine. Now. Since we are Martins now, we must uphold the name. Your father is holding a dinner tonight downtown. We expect you to make an appearance. I'm sure you met one nice boy today. Track him down on facerange or whatever you kids use today."

"And what if I didn't find a 'nice boy' mom?" Clare put air quotes around the words nice and boy. "What do you want me to do then?"

"Excuse you young lady. Well then Jake will just have to escort you and that nice Jenna girl he is seeing."

Clare groaned and made her way up to her room. Glen Martin had made quite a name for himself in Canada. He was one of the leading environmentally friendly construction workers in the country, making a cooperation out of his name.

Clare thought of all the kids she had met today. Only two sticking out in her memory. The boy clad in black, seated in front of her in her English class. Eli? Maybe that was his name. There was no way she was bringing him with her. Then there was that other boy, the one with the slightly girlish fetchers, none the less one of the nicest kids she had met all day. He showed her around the school, and even sat with her at lunch, putting up with awkward silences when Clare's lack of social experiences came out to play.

Clare mentally slapped herself for thinking she would even consider going to the event tonight. She refused to make her mother happy when she had ripped Clare away from everything that had ever made her happy. Her best friend from home, Holly J. And even her boyfriend, Fitz. They could have stayed together, but they came to the mutual decision that breaking up would suit them best. They had exchanged a text or two, but it was over.

Unpacking her stereo, Clare took out her cd collection. Lately she had been into heavier music, such as A Day To Remember, Pierce the Veil, and the classic Fall Out Boy. Taking her Fall Out Boy disk, Clare turned up her stereo almost as loud as she could, the song Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying poured from the speakers. She flew backwards onto her bed, thinking about the hollow feeling inside, the feeling of despair, and wanting to give up. As the melodies of Fall Out Boy carried her to a soft slumber, her thoughts briefly drifted to the green eyed boy that had grabbed her attention earlier that day.