It was the last day of finals at my school, and I was so ready to get out of there. I was sitting at my desk, feet up on it and kind of just relaxing. I had already finished the test within the first hour of the class period, and now all that was left to do was wait for the clock to strike twelve. I was thirty seconds away from being free! Well, not quite free, but two weeks winter vacation was better than nothing. Twenty seconds left, I grabbed my bag that I carried with me to each class, getting ready to leave. Ten seconds, I looked around the class, some people were now scrambling to finish the essay that we were forced to write. Five, four, three, two…DONE! I got up out of my seat and raced out of that class room faster than the speed of light, ready to knock people over if I had to. Bursting out of the front door to the school, I ran to my lovely little Dodge Neon eager to escape school grounds.
I stuck my keys into the ignition and tried to get the engine to come to life. At first it wasn't working, even my pleas of 'come on baby, don't do this to me on the last day' weren't helping. Then out of nowhere she roared to life. I whooped and drove out of the parking lot so fast; you'd think the devil was chasing after me. As usual, I was the first one off of school grounds. My house wasn't far away, so it took me about two minutes to get home (especially since I was speeding the entire way back). I pulled into the drive way, shut off the engine, and burst out of that car. When I walked through the front door, however, I wasn't greeted by the usual attack of my loving husky, Proteus –named after the lesser known Greek god of the sea-, but instead by a box of what I later found out were clothes toppling on me.
"Mom!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, still buried in the pile of clothes. In a flash of red hair, that I had no idea how I hadn't inherited, my mother appeared at the bottom of our stair case.
"Oh honey," she said helping me out of the cage of clothes, "I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner." Now I was scared. What hadn't she told me earlier? Why were boxes full of clothes, and who knows what else, piled up all around my house? Where had all our furniture gone?
"Mom," I said, getting up out of the clothes, "What are you talking about?" I asked starting to put the clothes back into the box they fell out of. She looked around trying to avoid my gaze. "Mom, whatever it is I'll probably find out soon enough." I said glaring at her.
"True…" She said to herself. "Honey, we're moving…" This took a few minutes to sink in.
"WHAT!?!" I shouted at her, completely furious. "Why didn't you tell me? Does my school know? When are we leaving? Where are we moving to?" I said, having even more questions circling in my mind.
"Calm down," she said sitting me down on the steps. "We're moving tomorrow…" she started, but I jumped up, and started panicking.
"Tomorrow! How do you expect me to even be close to ready to move tomorrow!?!" I said
"Honey, sit down," she said sitting me back down on the steps. "I've already done most of the packing, you just haven't noticed because you've been stressed over finals." At first I didn't believe her, but then when I started to think about it, everything slowly had been disappearing. "And to answer everything else, I didn't find out until last week, and I didn't want you to panic, yes your school knows, and we're moving to Ipswich."
~Tomorrow~
The car ride from Salem, MA all the way to Ipswich was long and boring. It was an hour and a half of me listening to my music, following my mom in my Dodge Neon as she drove up ahead with the trailer full of our stuff attached to the end of our hideous minivan. We got to our new house and started unloading when my mom decided to tell me that I wouldn't be living with her during the school year. Instead, I would be attending Spencer Academy. After that, I stayed up in my room the whole day screaming into my pillow.
I woke up the next day tired, but knowing that I had an entire day's worth of moving to do. My mom helped me get a few chosen belongings in boxes and load them into the back seat of my car. The drive to Spencer Academy was about a half an hour, so since I left at about 11:30 I got there right around noon. After going to the main office, getting my room number and key, my schedule, and finding out that I wouldn't have a roommate, I went back to my car, grabbed my suitcase full of clothes, my Yuki and Aki purse my dad got me from Japan, and one of the lighter boxes of books, and headed to the dorms.
I was about half way there, when all of a sudden a guy with a black knit hat bumped into me. I fell into the snow, my favorite newsboy cap fell off into the snow about a yard away from me, and my box of books fell out of my arms. "Gee, thanks…" I said loud enough for him to hear. He turned around and saw me sitting in the snow.
"Oh," he said. "Sorry…" Then he just walked away. 'Oh no he just didn't!' I thought. Quickly I got up and started following him.
"Hey! Hey you! Come back here!" I shouted after him. He turned around and looked at me with a look that said 'oh my gosh this girl is insane'. Finally I caught up to him. "You…" I said, pausing to catch my breath. "You're not getting away that easily." He just smirked at me.
"Get away with what?" He said still smirking. I glared at him.
"You know what, you just knocked me down; now you're going to help me unpack, then buy me lunch."I said with my arms crossed and an even bigger smirk on my face than the one on his.
"When did I agree to this?" he asked me, now looking thoroughly upset.
"You agreed to this the second you knocked me down and didn't even offer to help." I said poking him in the chest each time I said the word 'you'.
"Alright, alright but no lunch." He said. I smirked; I always get my way one way or another. I turned around and motioned for him to follow me. I knew he was walking right behind me because I could hear his footsteps in the snow. We finally got back to where he knocked me over, I grabbed my hat, and he picked up the box and grabbed the suitcase. It was going okay until someone called out to the guy.
"Hey, look who's whipped! I never thought I'd see the day when Reid Garwin helped some chick carry her books."
"Shut the hell up Abbot!" The boy, who was apparently named Reid, shouted at him. I rolled my eyes at the both of them, and just kept walking to the dorm. Reid was still trailing right behind me, but now he was fuming. We made it to my dorm without any further interruptions. I told Reid just to set the things down on the bed since we had three more boxes to go grab. The way to my car was terribly awkward and quiet.
"So, your name is Reid…" I said, trying to start up a conversation.
"Yeah," was all he said in response.
"Mine's Abigail, Abigail Williams." I said, still no response. "I'm related to the Abigail Williams who helped start the witch hunt in Salem. I know it's not exactly something to brag about, but I think that it's interesting how one girl caused so much chaos" Now he was staring at me. I glanced back at him. "Some people say that Abigail was actually practicing witchcraft herself, and that the whole reason she started accusing people was so she would get caught…" I said. Still he didn't say anything, but now he was completely focused on me. "Here's my car" I said, pointing to the lime green little car that I drove practically everywhere.
I unlocked the back door and opened it up to let him grab a few boxes, but he pulled something out from the backseat that I never let anyone touch.
"Ah, no, you're definitely not allowed to carry that one in." I said, grabbing the big black bad and swinging it over my shoulder.
"Little bit protective of your guitar aren't you?" He said. I just glared at him.
"It's my baby. No one, and I mean no one, is allowed to touch it. My dad got it for me when I turned thirteen." I said, clutching the strap of the case with such ferocity, I was surprised that I didn't accidentally tear it in half. This was probably the only good thing that happened to me that day.
"I guess I sort of get where you're coming from…" He said adding another box to his arms. He moved out of my way, and I grabbed the last box in my car.
"Well, this is it. We can go back to my room." I said closing the door with my foot, and quickly locking it. The walk back was uneventful, and after he set the boxes down, he just left. I'm not sure if it was the fact that he just hated me, or if he just wanted to get out of there as fast as he could. I just sat down on my bed and sighed. "Reid," I whispered to myself as I laid my head down on the bed. Gently I closed my eyes as I drifted off to sleep.