Alyssa
When I moved to Riverview, in the Maryland suburbs, I knew I wouldn't have any friends. I was too different from them, I knew the second I arrived on my new street, that they wouldn't be very welcoming to new people. Maybe it was the glares...
On our long drive up through the states from Florida, I heard my parents mentioning that people were getting antsy over a kid crying wolf, literally. Apparently there were a few deaths involved, but hey I agree with my parents that shit happens, and the people who sold us our new house blamed drugs instead of some wild animal. Thankfully now that I've been clean the past couple of months, I've been pretty confident that I could avoid that situation all together.
All I could worry about was making sure my room was livable and getting through my last year at school. Once I was done with highschool, the world was my oyster, or so my grandmother tells me the rare times she actually calls. Being so far away from her, and not being able to hop in my car and be at her house in an hour has been gut wrenching.
My new house luckily is large enough for my five member family to have our own rooms, and two bathrooms. But even though I'm the oldest, I still don't first dibs on rooms, to my favor, Erica and John didn't pick the room with windows easy enough to sneak out of, to my misfortune my room was plain at the very least.
The house, my mother's "dream home" is a plain yellow, with brick, and a green yard with lots of large trees. MY room though is just a small blue cold spot. Not even my decorations can make it mine, but it's helps. The first couple of days were torture not even a mirror, so I couldn't even check if it was still me. Long dark brown layered hair, not too tall, unfortunately not too thin either but I'm getting there, large hazel eyes. My style though makes the parts of me I don't like look decent. I'm more punk then gothic, more hardcore then emo, more Alyssa then anything else. I love to experiment with all sorts of clothing, and makeup designs, and art styles. Once I can truly tap into my creative side, everything about me I know will become smoother, but for now I feel like something's missing. Maybe I'll find what I've been missing in Riverview. I doubt it.
School... a most mortifying institution, but having to ride the bus makes it soo much worse. Hopefully my tags for my car will be switched over soon but until then my sister and I are stuck sitting on a bus with a bunch of dirty kids. Well... not dirty, but their kids.
Erica I could tell was nervous, she kept running a tan hand through her long light brown hair, and kept turning her puppy brown eyes at me for reassurance. I've moved before, she hasn't moved since she got into her sixth grade year. "This'll be fun girly," I said warmly giving her arm a nudge. "I hope so," she whispered, "What if they don't like me?" "Of course their going to like you, Its ME their not going to like," I answered putting on my ear phones which was blaring Kidney Thieves.
"True, true, at least I like you" she laughed. My younger sister was a mix between prep, rapper, redneck, and a little bit of me. It's strange that she became that way, I mean with having such a cool big sister and all. But we've been thicker then thieves for so long, it wasn't easy for me to see her going through such a hard time.
We arrived to the High School, a very large building. That even I had to admit was wicked nice, with courtyards where we could hang out on breaks and free periods. But the office lady's we're a hassle.
The kept bothering us about where we came from. I even resorted to be a rude ass bitch and telling the I came from nowhere. Then I told them I was an illegal, and then I started to speak in Spanish to my sister who just flicked me off knowing what I was playing at. Bad part was that they believed me, and Im pretty darn bad at speaking Spanish. The Dean thankfully cleared it up, and showed Erica and I to our first class. The small bald man, brought Erica to her class first, then brought me to mine. Where he introduced me, and basically told me I was on my own to find my next classes. At least my first class was Art.
The teacher Mr. Davidson ushered me into a seat near the back. I could feel all eyes on me, but I didn't want to seem weak so I didn't show how embarrassed I was. Most of the students forgot about me, but I could feel someone's gaze constantly, but when I would look around to see who's aura I was feeling, no one was even looking my way.
After a whole period of learning about Ink shading, I finally realized who had the staring problem. It was a girl in the front corner, who was trying to seem like she was busy with her ink project. She had tawny hair, that was wavy and wild (a look I could never achieve)full lips, blue eyes, tan skin, and she was skinny an athletes body, (there again a little jealous already) and she had an A Perfect Circle tank top on, and I couldn't help but meet her eyes.
She then openly stared at me with a fierce gaze, I answered her gaze back to show her I noticed her, but nodded to see if her intentions were friendly. She looked taken aback at first as if she expected me to diss her, but the nodded back. I gave her a nice sly smile, that I've noticed only a handful of people can do, and looked away. I asked the kid next to me to show me the pattern we should be using, but he ignored me. "Well fuck you too," I muttered.