W - Tick, tick, tick BOOM.
No, that was not a bomb. That was the sound of my alarm clock. The boom? Yeah, that was the sound of D-day arriving. Time to start high school.
Now, as if starting high school isn't bad enough, we'd moved. I was used travelling, but we'd been settled in Philadelphia for a while. Now, here, I knew no-one. Back home it wouldn't have been too bad, me and Daisy would have been fine together, but no. We have to move across tons of States in live in Oakton, Virginia. Like anyone's heard of that anyway.
Fucking great.
Just to add insult to injury, I knew I wouldn't fit in. How? I'm not a preppy, pretty dumbass. I'm not short, sweet, sexy and tanned. I'm pale. I'm dark haired. I'm tall. I'm outcast by my gypsy history, and it's not like I can hide it either, my Mom called me Willow Rosenburg.
So amongst knowing no-one, I would stand out like a prep at a Marilyn Manson concert.
Fuck my life.
My alarm screamed again. A heavy hand slammed down on it, not mine. My Dad's.
"Get up," He growled. He was a tough Dad, cared too much for grades and such. It was his fault we had to stay here. He insisted on me getting a 'proper good education'. I've never been academically smart, always artistic. I was good at English though, I could write almost anything.
I tumbled from my bed.
J – I wanted to be excited, but I would miss the outside. I wanted to be excited but I'd miss the green. Come to think of it, I didn't even want to go.
High school.
Overjoyed I'm sure. It would be my first time in real life schooling. My other tutors had been actors, acrobats, and musicians. All people who had a flare of interest and colour, my new teachers would be grey and boring in comparison. On the positive side, Shannon was being forced to go to – despite his constant complaining about being too old – so I wouldn't be alone.
It's 6AM. Normally I would be running now, deep in the trees following twisting trails, or the winding river in Colorado. I love the wild, with all its horror and beauty. Raised with wolves in a travelling family is how I like to think of myself. In towns like Oakton, no-one is free. They think differently to me. They only see the black and the white of their day to day no lives, no change. They think I'm a rough lad, who has no manners. That isn't true. If anything I have more than them.
