Ok, first Chapter, first story. Yay!


I groaned as my alarm went off. Great…I thought groggily. My first day at a Hawaiian school. Ok, let me back up.

Two months ago, in July, my dad had received a big promotion from his company. Unfortunately, his office was being moved to Hawaii and he said either we all go or he didn't go at all. So, obviously, I had to say bye to all my friends, my school, my relatives, the whole thing. I kept telling myself it wouldn't last, we'd move back here where we belonged, in Minnesota. But we didn't.

So now it's September first, the first day of school. At least there's one good thing about this little town. The school's so close to everyone's houses that everybody walks to school. Hey, it beats waking up at 6:10 in the morning just to catch the bus! So I rolled out of bed at 7:15 (school started at 7:50), got dressed in a turquoise tee and blue jeans, grabbed a granola bar and left without saying goodbye to my parents. (I still hadn't fully forgiven them about moving to Hawaii.)

The walk to school took me downtown, or what was called downtown. All it had was a grocery store with enough food to supply a family of three, a general store, and a few other stores whose names were in Hawaiian so I couldn't recognize them. I walked along the dirt road, kicking a small pebble and looking to the ground. Suddenly I heard a voice to my left.

"Hi!"

I turned, startled, and saw a girl with jet-black hair to her waist and brown eyes. She was obviously Hawaiian and looked about my age. She also looked oddly familiar…

"Uh, hi," I answered. The girl moved closer to me a bit until we were walking side be side. "Do I know you?" I asked.

The girl looked at me oddly and shook her head. "I don't think so. I've lived here all my life. Are you new here?" I nodded. "I thought so. It's a small town so it's kinda obvious when someone new comes, ya know?" She smiled.

I smiled back. Well, this was a good start. I'm already on my way to making friends! "Oh, can I see your schedule?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"Your schedule. May I see it please?" She smiled again. She seemed to like doing that.

"Oh, yeah." I reached into my backpack and found it among all the notebooks, folders, and pencils. "I haven't bothered to look at it yet, though."

The black-haired girl took mine and dug her's out. She started comparing them. "Hey, look! We have the first five classes together!" she said happily. She showed me. The girl was right. Here was my schedule.

1 Hour: Geometry Teacher: Mrs. Smith

2 Hour: English 9 Teacher: Ms. Redke

3 Hour: Civics 9 Teacher: Mr. Goodman

4 Hour: Science 9 Teacher: Mr. Mackintosh

5 Hour: Art Teacher: Mr. Johnson

6 Hour: Computer Essen. Teacher: Mrs. Gruike

7 Hour: Spanish 1 Teacher: Ms. Rodriquez

All the teachers were unknown to me, though back in Minnesota I had a kindergarten teacher named Mr. Gruike. Was this his wife, maybe?

I was brought back to reality by the girl waving her hand in my face. "Huh… wha....?"

"I said 'Do you want some help getting to classes?'" she repeated.

I grinned. "Sure! Could you give me a tour of the town, too maybe?"

The girl nodded eagerly. "What did you say your name was?" she asked curiously.

"Meghan. Your's?"

"Lilo. C'mon, we're at the school. We'd better get to first hour before school starts." She ran toward the large, brick building, leaving me to ponder what she had said.

Lilo?


End of first chapter. Ooo, can't you feel the suspense?