"You can't be serious, mother!" I screamed at my mother from across the kitchen. My mother couldn't be serious. I shook my head at her new 'fantastic' idea she has. My mother and I are moving to California. She bought the airplane tickets and everything but now she is now pondering the thought of traveling in car. I first thought she was insane, of course. I won't be stuck in a car for the whole trip to Cali. Do you know how long it would take to get to California from Vancouver, Canada? Probably a week, if lucky. I wasn't going to go if we were actually going by car. My mother started to laugh really loud and I just stared at her like she was actually crazy. "Mom, are you okay? Do I need to take you to a mental institute?"
"Veronica!" That's me, Veronica. I'm about fifteen years old, tan skin, a fake blonde. I was also adopted from the states but raised in Canada by my adoptive mom. I don't know my biological parents, or any family from that side and I'm fine with that. I have a great Mom right now. I don't need anymore parents. I felt tired as I pulled my suitcase from the ground to move it to the door. It was about six in the morning. We had to leave in about ten minutes to the airport. I looked at my mom, who was still laughing. "Veronica, we're taking the plane. I was just joking."
"I knew that, mom. Neither of us would last in the car if we drove there." I shrugged at her. She shook her blonde hair and smiled at me. I felt happy that we were moving from this city. I had so bad memories that I didn't want to get into right now. I sighed as I slipped my shoes on and left to the cab with my suitcase. I got into the back with my mother. "Do you think I'll like the new place, Mother?"
My mother looked at me and smiled. "You'll love it."
We've unpacked everything, and slept in our own new beds over night. Now, it was time for my new school and I was obviously scared. I was standing in front of the school feeling nervous as hell. New school, new people, new problems. I knew not all of my problems would follow me, but only one would follow me and I didn't want to but it was who I was, and who I am as a person. I shook my head and headed up to the school to get my schedule. I walked into the school to see that it was quite big in size.
I found the office quite easily and waited for my schedule for about ten minutes. I finally got my schedule from the nice tan lady from behind the counter and walked out into the halls. The halls were now almost filled with kids, and me. I walked into the middle of the hallway looking at my schedule nervously. I felt like I didn't fit in, and I knew I will never fit in, ever. I looked around to see I didn't know where I was going. I must look so stupid looking like a newbie but I was. I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder that startled me half to death. I turned to see a girl with brownish blackish hair smiling at me.
"Hello." She smiled at me nicely and I soared with happiness that someone was actually speaking with me. She tugged me along so we weren't standing in the middle of the hallway in everyone's way. She stopped us when we reached her locker. "I'm Allison. Are you new? I never seen you around before."
"Yeah, I am. I'm from Canada." I shrugged at her, not like it's a big deal but it was, I felt like I was going to have a nervous break down in front of everyone. It was scary and exciting but more scary than expected. Allison smiled and nodded at me. I almost smacked myself. Almost. "Oh my god, I'm stupid. I'm Veronica, by the way. I feel so nervous, I don't know where to go or anything. I don't even remember my own name!"
"I know, I was the new girl four months ago." She laughed as she smiled. I was happy that I had her around now. Allison asked for my schedule so I handed it to her. She told me she would take me to my first class since it was right next to hers. I thanked her for helping me this morning since I was lost and didn't know where to go. I sighed as I got into my class by myself. I walked to the teacher and handed her my schedule.
"Miss. McCall, welcome to the class. I'm Mrs. Walkins. Wait, McCall, as in Scott McCall?" She questioned me. I raised an eyebrow at her. My mother thought it would be best to keep my biological parents last name. She made sure with my biological mother that it was fine and it was but I never heard of a Scott McCall, so I was confused. "I didn't know Scott had a sister."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Walkins but I don't know who you're talking about." I furrowed my eyebrows still confused about who he was. The teacher shook her head and told me to go sit down. I walked to the back of the class. I sat down in a vacant seat and got out my notebook. Everyone started to pile into the class room. Someone knocked into my desk and I looked up at who did it to see a guy with a mullet basically in front of me. He looked at me and looked confused. "What are you looking at?"
"You just look.. so much like..." He trailed off with a confused expression. Who did I look like? I sighed as I was confused at everything now. He was still looking at me and I was still looking at him for an answer but we got interrupted from the teacher. The time went fast and the guy turned around to tell me what he was going to say. "You look so much like Scott McCall."
"Who is Scott McCall?" I demanded and groaned.
"Come with me." He got up from the seat since it was the end of class. I went with him with all my stuff. We walked to the cafe to see tons of people every where. He pointed to a table where Allison was, and a tan skin tone, messy hair and a dimpled smile was. My jaw dropped at the sight of him. He looked like me, like looked like me. I was dumbfounded at this. I couldn't believe my eyes but found it was whatever. A lot of people look a like, right? The guy said good bye and left me. I sighed as I walked around the cafe to see if there was any spots open for me to sit at.
"VERONICA!" I heard someone scream my name. I looked around to see Allison looking at me and waving her arms. I smiled at her and shook my head. I walked over to her table to sit with her and her friends. I was nervous at first, what if they don't like me? I just wanted to fit in. I got to the table and was across from Allison, and Scott. I gulped at that and I smiled at Allison. She smiled and told me to sit down. I sat down and smiled at her and everyone. Allison looked at Scott then to me. "Wow, Scott and you.. look.. soo.. alike.. What is your last name again?"
"I never told you my last name." I informed her. I shrugged at it and she looked confused. I sighed and here come all the questions. I looked at Scott to see he was also joining into the conversation and I blushed at everyone's attention because another guy who had a buzz cut was now joined in. "It's not a big deal is it?"
"Well, I would like to know who you are, and your last name is apart of who you are, right?" She smiled at me and I sighed.
"My name is Scott McCall." Scott informed me with a friendly smile. "You don't have to be shy. We're your friends or if you want us to be."
"I'm Stiles, by the way. You know, yeah." Buzz cut guy butted in. I smiled at him and laughed. I hid my face again.
"Just so you know, I'm adopted and kept my biological parents last name, which I don't know who they are. By that way." I sighed as they looked at me with a weird expression. It was now or never. I didn't know why I was so scared to tell them. I just was. It wasn't as big as my other secret but I don't know. I breathed in before telling them. "My name is Veronica McCall."