"When will your flight land." My girlfriend says from the other line of my phone.
I'm currently in San François airport with my mom and sister Jazz, waiting for my flight to be called. I'm also on the phone with my girlfriend Ellie.
"Late, so you don't have to wait up or anything." I tell her.
"Ok baby, but we should meet up tomorrow, I've missed you." She replies back.
"I promise, but I have to go, Jazz is giving me the look." I turn and look at my 20 year old sister glaring at me.
Jazz is basically the sister you wish you didn't have, but would die if you didn't have her. She has light red hair that reaches her back and blue, almost teal eyes. She's wearing a black long sleeve shirt and blue jeans, with her heart shaped necklace that she almost never takes off from my dad. She's also departing from San Francois to start her 2nd year at Yale. She's majoring in physiology and minoring in human interaction. So basically she's always reading people and giving me therapy sessions that I never ask for.
"Well I don't want to get on your sisters bad side." Ellie laughs. "I'll see you tomorrow, bye."
"Bye." I hang up the phone and look over at my sister, who's giving me a look. "What?"
"These are our last moments together before I'm at Yale, you're in Paris, and mom's here alone, and you're singing love songs to your girlfriend?" she crosses her arm over her chest.
"1, mom is in the bathroom, 2, I haven't seen her in almost three months because she stayed in France for break, 3, I won't see her as much because she's going to Parsons Paris now for photography." I offend myself.
"Oh, Danny thinks he's so badass just because he's dating a college girl now." Jazz rolls her eyes.
"I totally do." I sit next to her and turn to see my mom, Maddie Fenton, coming towards us.
"Now, now, kids." She sits next to me. "Stop bickering. This is our last moments together until Thanksgiving break."
My mom is probably the best person in the world. She has short, dark red hair and violet eyes. She's wearing her signature blue jumpsuit and black belt with ecto-guns attacked to it.
Yea, that's right, I said ecto-guns. She's a ghost hunter. One of the best in Amity Park, I might add. Well, besides me.
"Yea, unless Vlad messing things up like last year." I mumble and my mom gives me a pointed look.
"Last year was, um, complicated, but I still got to see my two favorite people in the world, and that's what counts." She shot back.
Vlad is my step-father, key word step. My real dad, Jack Fenton died when I was only a few months old in a ghost attack. My mother married Vlad Masters, her and my dad's college buddy, a few years later. But, during my sixth grade year, they separated, not divorced. Do you want to know why they didn't get a divorce? BECAUSE HE WON'T LET HER!
Ugh, and about last year's Thanksgiving. It was supposed to be just my mother, Jazz, and me. But guess who decided to drop by? The dear old fruit-loop Vlady.
Basically all hell broke loss, but he stayed anyway, since my mother is a saint. He started drama, and left behind his stench.
"Flight 21 to Paris, France. Now boarding flight 21 to Paris, France." The over-speaker announces.
"Well." We all stand up. "That's me."
First my mom grabs me into her embrace. "I'll miss you Danny. Text me when you land so I know you made it safe."
"I promise mom." I let go of her and hug Jazz.
"Be safe little brother, and call me if you need help with anything." She releases me a little so was looking eye to eye. "And I mean anything."
I roll my eyes at her overprotectiveness. "I know Jazz, but I'll be fine, I always am." I wink at her,
I let go of her, pick up my carry-on bag and start walking towards the boarding doors. "Bye!"
"Bye sweetie." My mom waves at me.
"And good luck on the flight!" Jazz yells.
Did I mention I have a fear of heights? And I hand-full of people who know my secret find that so hilarious.
"Hey dude, are you at the school yet." I ask Tucker, my best friend, as I'm sitting in a cab on my way to my school.
"Yea man, but I'm hanging out with Valerie, if you get my drift, so I'll meet up with you at lunch." He replies and I can hear Val laughing in the background.
"Um, TMI dude, I'll talk to you later." And I hang up before he can reply.
I've been going to School of America in Paris, or SOAP, since freshman year. Freshman year is when I met three of my best friends, Meredith, Valerie, and Ellie. Mer and Val was freshman, like me, and Ellie was a sophomore. Then I met Tucker, my best guy friend, the next year, when he was a freshman and I was a sophomore. Tucker is also the only one I told my secret too. Mer and Val found out on their own last year. They saw me change and were very accepting. I haven't told Ellie, nor do I plan to. No offence to her, but if we break-up or something, I don't need her hating me and holding my secret as blackmail.
"That will be 30 euros sir." I look out my window and see that we are, indeed, outside my dorm room. The dorm I'm staying in is for juniors and seniors, while the freshman and sophomores have another dorm. While the first and second year students have a curfew and strict supervision, the third and fourth year students didn't have a curfew of any kind and only had one adult, Mr. Lancer, living with us. He's a guidance counselor, but is paid to stay with us as well. Whenever we want to leave, we just have to sign in and out on the sign in/out paper.
"Here you go." I hand him the money and then get out of the cab. I go to the truck and grab my two suit cases and carry-on bag and head inside.
I look at my student information sheet and see that my room is on the second floor.
Great, stairs.
I drag, with a struggle, my bags up the stairs until I reach my room. I pull out my key and unlock my door.
Wow, looks just like every other room I've ever had at this school.
Seven by ten feet, with the same mini- desk, mini- dresser, mini-bed, mini-fridge, mini-sink, and mini-shower. (No mini- toilet, those are shared down the hall for no one's convenience.)
I hold off on unpacking, because I'm lazy and tired, and head down to Mer's room.
I remember her telling me her room number a week ago, which is on the first floor.
As I'm searching for her room, I'm knocked backwards by a person.
Wait, a girl.
"Oof" I stagger backwards.
"Sorry! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there."
I shake my head, a little dazed. I look up at her and the first thing I notice is her jet black hair, like mine, with a purple strip on the right side of it. She had half of it up in a small pony-tail, and it looks adorable.
She looks adorable
"It's okay, I didn't see you either. Are you ok?"
Oh my. Her eyes are amethyst. Some people might mistake them as violet, like my mom's, but I know the difference.
You just have to look hard. Pay attention.
Ok, now I've realized she hasn't said anything.
"Err. Does Mer live here?"
Still nothing.
I clear my throat. "Meredith Chevalier? Tall girl? Big, curly hair?" Then he looks at me like I'm crazy or half deaf.
"I'm sorry." I take the smallest step away from her, thinking I've shocked her or interrupted her form going to her destination. "You were going to bed."
"Yes! Meredith lives there. I've just spent two hours with her." She announces with a grin excitedly "I'm Sam, I'm new."
I can't help but grin back. Her teeth are lovely- straight on bottom, with a touch of overbite, and a small gap between her front two teeth. I'm a sucker for a smile like this, due to my own lack of orthodontia. I have straight on top and crooked on the bottom, with a touch of overbite as well. She's wearing dark colors and make-up, so I'm getting a feeling that she's goth.
"Daniel," Why did I say my full name? "I live one floor up."
"I live there." She points at her room.
I can't help but notice her room is the room right below mine.
I knock on Meredith's door, considering she looks pretty tired. "Well. I'll see you around then, Sam."
Meredith opens her door. "Danny!" she shrieks. She's on the phone. We laugh and hug and talk over each other. "Come in! How was your flight? When'd you get here? Have you seen Tucker? Mom, I've gotta go."
Meredith's phone and door snap shut simultaneously.
Mer has blond hair with long, tight curls. She's tall and big, but not overweight big, volleyball player big, because she's very athletic. A soccer player, actually.
"Mer, calm down, one word at a time." I laugh at her and sit on her bed.
"Well I'm soooo sorry if I missed you over break!" She sits beside me.
"Yea, I missed you too." My thoughts go back to Sam. "Um, who was that girl walking out of your room?"
"Oh her? That was Sam Manson, she's new and in our grade. She was crying in her room so I invited her over for hot chocolate and invited her to sit at our table during eating time." She smiles at me. "I hope you don't mind, she seems really cool, and we need to add someone in our group anyway."
"Yea." I think of those amethyst eyes. "I think we do too."