It's Monday morning. Today is the beginning that is starting from the end. It's the day I've dreaded all summer. As I lay hidden under the covers, I'm mentally kicking myself for the total lack of preparation. I've had two whole months to research or do something besides hide inside of this house. TWO MONTHS! But not once in that amount of time had I gotten the nerve to drag myself out of the house and to the mall or Wal-Mart. Heck, I could've even subscribed to vogue or seventeen… something to find out what was fashionable or not. I'm dreading getting out of bed, my closet is full of clothes rated pg. In fact they would be rated lower than pg if that is even possible. I was in no way prepared for my first day of high school ever. The one thing I won't have to worry about is my hair; Long and blonde with loose curls, just like my mothers. My Mom! Of all people she would know what to do in this situation. Unfortunately, she cannot. The next best thing would be her wardrobe. My mom had always been one of those hip moms that you would see and have people asking you "is that your older sister?" I used to hate that, but now more than anything I want it all back. The normality that is lacking in my present life. I toss the covers aside and throw my feet over the bed. I glance at the frame of my desk. Without a warning a single tear slips down the edge of my face. I hurriedly swipe it away and remind myself "stay strong". I cross the room and tiptoe through the hallway into my parent's room. Tiptoeing in the hallways is a habit I created when I was three and had to sneak into my parent's bed without waking them. Come on, you'd be scared to if your cousin decided to watch Freddy Krueger while she was babysitting you. How on earth am I supposed to make it through a year of high school if I can't even stop myself from tiptoeing in my own hallway? Well, first things first, I opened the closet doors and gasped when I saw how many different outfits and shoes there were. There had to be hundreds. My mom had an extremely good fashion sense, and lucky for me we're the same size. I grab out a pair of faded blue jeans and a long sleeved white shirt. It's my first day of school ever, I'm not even sure if I should dress up. Casual always seems safer though so that's what I'll go with. After slipping on the clothes and heading toward the door I notice makeup spilled over her desk. There had to be two hundred dollars alone right there. My mom's face sure knew how to accessorize. I tried a little mascara and lip gloss, and was astonished at the lively quality it gave my face. Slipping on a pair of flip flops I headed for the door. As I grabbed the door knob I paused. Am I really ready for this? I thought to myself. This'll be the third time I've left the house since the accident; the two other being for the wedding and the funeral. I draw in a deep breath and open the door. Getting in the car I silently looked in the rearview and backed out. I eased into the high school parking lot in one of the very back spots hoping to avoid as many eyes as possible. As I grab my books and close the door I drop my keys under the car. Leaning down to pick up the keys some of my books come sliding off my pile and on the ground as well. "Shoot" I mutter. First days like none other, just my luck. I set the books down and replied them, but when I reached for the keys they were gone. I heard a chuckle behind me and turned around to see who it was. He was like no other boy I had ever seen. He was tall, and had teeth so white you were almost blinded by them. He had unkempt blonde hair sticking out in every direction and was smiling intently at me. At ME! Now that's not normal. "Umm…. Hi" I managed to squeeze out, barely audible. "You dropped these" he looked all to amused when he reached out his hand toward me and drops the keys into my palm. "My name is Damien, and you'll be seeing me around" With that he turned away and walked toward the building never once looking back. How do I know that? I watched him the whole way.
