I sighed, looking up at my counselor. Her mouth was a grim slash. Her cheap lipstick was bleeding into her wrinkles. "Now, Brianna, you have had, ahem, issues with your parents, correct?" I just stared at her with my big soft emerald eyes. The Evil One cleared her throat with a," hem hem," "Well dear, there is only one place right for you. It's called Coates Academy, just outside Perdido Beach, CA." I glanced up at her, startled. "You mean Fallout Alley?" She cleared her throat again. God, that's so annoying. She replied with a, "Well, the problems have died out and..." She was cut short by my murmured whatever as I stormed out of the room. Collapsing on my yellow bed, I sighed for the second time in 15 minutes. "Fun in the sun", I thought, already mentally preparing myself for hell. "Well, time to start packing!"
Looking out of the window was more fun than I expected. It was totally easy to just space out and listen to my ipod. "Hot and cold" was on. I wonder how my new life would be. I could become a weirdo, nerd, or normal. Possibly even popular! I laughed at myself. I had always been very pretty, with soft green eyes and perfectly and naturally straight chestnut hair. I had always been willowy and slender, at 5'6''. I didn't think I was beautiful. Many boys disagreed, hitting on me every time I turned a corner. "Life will be different here. I'll be happier." At least I wouldn't have to share a room with an emo pyromaniac. That had not been fun. Lost in thought, I almost didn't hear the balding, aged bus driver call out, "Perdido Beach!" I hauled myself off the pleather seat and lugged my stuff off the bus. There was nothing to do now but wait for a ride.
A boy who appeared to be about my age, 14, sat beside me. "Umm..hey.." he said, clearly but timidly. I smiled shyly back at him. "Hi. Whats your name? I'm Brianna. Called Bree. He grinned back at me. He had a bright and dazzling smile. " Tintle." His features were so handsome, but cold. It was like they had been carved out of ice. A perfect ice sculpture. He and I regarded each other, somewhat warily. Then, a coach bus drove up. The wind blew his raven black hair into his eyes…
Wow. Just wow. The girl was drop-dead gorgeous. A goddess, dropped to Earth. An angel. She smiled tentatively at me. Her long, perfect hair swung down to her middle back. Her emerald eyes were somehow not hard, but soft and caring. Perfect, alabaster skin. Sunny smile. Wrong footed, feeling awkward, I stepped closer to the goddess. "Umm…hey..." I said, internally wincing. She smiled, somewhat sheepishly, at me. It took my breath away. "Hi what's your name? I'm Brianna. Called Bree,"I gave an unusually cheerful smile at her. Bree's voice was like wind chimes, a soft summer breeze to my winter chill. I replied with a confident, "Caine. Caine Timpleton." With that, the bus drove up, with a gust of wind that blew my unruly hair into my eyes. "Hey, lovebirds get on!" The old man yelled. Flushing, I scampered unto the bus, Bree behind me.