Rachel was roused from her slumber by the gentle nudging of her mother,"Rachel were here" she called out as she walked round to the back of the car picking up some of the cardboard boxes with various labels. Rachel groaned and rubbed her eyes, smearing what was left of her mascara. She blinked several times feeling a sting from the make up. So, they had finally arrived at their new home, Rachel looked around it seemed nice enough, she just hoped she a decent sized bedroom compared to the broom cupboard from their last house. The night air was crisp and chilly; not freezing but enough to leave a bite. Rachel trudged up the garden path leading to the front door, hearing her younger brother calling all the empty boxes – wanting to make a den again she guessed – and yelling about needing blankets and sticky tape. She made her way into what turned out to be the kitchen, passing by her mum on the way, "Rachel dear, your room is up the stairs and two your left... the little room at the end of the hall"
Great, another cupboard room to cram all her belongings into to. The previous owners had taken everything with them, so Rachel grabbed a duvet from one of the boxes and dragged it with her upstairs to her new room. Once in her new, very, small room she shook the duvet out and layered it onto the floor before plopping down arms and legs outstretched like a star fish, sighing, before rolling over onto her back and closing her eyes. She was exhausted and drifted off for the second time that night.
Sunlight streamed in through the window and birds chirped in the near by trees, Rachel cracked open an eye. Wincing at the beaming light she pushed herself off the floor and cracked her neck, damn sleeping on the floor wasn't such a good idea. With not being a morning person, Rachel padded into the kitchen a scowl on her face. The food had been unpacked the night before and Rachel could smell toasted cheese... mmm drool she thought, before searching for the snack. She looked around before spotting the food warming underneath the grill. Finishing the toasted cheese in two mouthfuls, she gulped down the food and slumped down beside the counter, closing her eyes, still not fully awake.
"RACHEL" she heard the yell of her name and turned to the owner of the loud voice,
"mmm?" she mumbled, eyes still closed.
"did you just eat my toasted cheese?"
"yes, yes I did... I thought it was the houses breakfast and therefore free for anyone"
"well it wasn't, it was mine give it back" her brother moaned, hitting his stomach when it growled, "I'm hungry"
Rachel snorted,"OK, I'll give it back one sec, hccccck" She the proceeded to make coughing, hacking noises attempting to regurgitate the food. Her brother, Daniel, grimaced before storming back up the stairs yelling about revenge. Rachel smiled and laughed before standing up and searching for the box with all her clothes in.
After eventually finding her clothes box and definitely not tipping out all the cutlery onto the floor, she chose to wear a cream pair of skinny jeans, with a pastel pink shirt and brown brogues. She walked back to her room to change, and couldn't help but trail her fingers over the scar that ran from the base of her neck to her left hip. Shuddering she threw her shirt over her head and shook her head to clear her thoughts. After a light dusting of make up she was ready to leave.
Apparently her brain dead mum thought it would be great to start school on the day they move in, so Rachel yelled goodbye to the house, hearing the muffled replies before slamming the front door shut and walking down the path towards the bus stop. Her brother had a car, that she would very much like to use to get to school but no, its was his baby and she was not allowed to touch the damn thing. A few other people turned up at the bust stop, mostly kids around her age and it was obvious that they were giving the new girl the once over. Typical, she thought, I'm being judged already. The ride to school was pretty uneventful, she sat next to a girl named Caroline who seemed nice enough, if not a little stereotypical cheerleader.
The high school was big, much bigger than her old school and Rachel knew right then she was bound to get lost at least a hundred thousand times today. She sighed, better get this over with then, before wandering over to the school entrance. People watched, too many people watched and Rachel nervously tugged on the collar of her shirt pulling it up... trying to hide the scar that was already hidden by the material. She looked down feeling her feet hit something solid before tilting forward – the repercussion of tripping over a rock – before slamming into something else solid the only difference being that this was an actual person, not a rock. Although rocks do have feelings like humans, she would know she had a pet one a few years back... well yeah, pretend that wasn't said. The stranger grabbed her round the waist to stop her from falling and pushed her back upwards. By default she pushed back, her petite body wrenching itself from the masculine hands. She steadied her breathing, trying to get control of herself, she was being stupid this person just saved her from humiliating herself. Everything was fine. "..um, thank you. I nearly went splat there" She looked up and smiled nervously, the stranger smiled back, a handsome smile she might add on a handsome face too, before chuckling.
"your welcome, I enjoy being a white knight every now and again. You new here I take it? Hi, my names Stefan, welcome to mystic falls" He reached out for my hand again and shook it, he was very polite.
"Yeah, I'm new. My names Rachel and thanks again" He let go of her hand and Rachel shifted under his gaze, she felt too watched as if he was scrutinising her. "I'm just going to..." she turned to leave but his voice stopped her,
"Please, let me show you to the school reception" and he walked with her, pointing in the direction of the school office reception. He made a lovely first impression and Rachel couldn't help but feel her uneasiness ebb away. She was a shy person... at first. The school receptionist was a bit of a – to put it lightly – turd, round and lumpy with weasel eyes and bad breath. Thank god the whole town didn't look like the model worthy Stefan or she might have felt even more out of place. Though big, the school wasn't that hard to navigate and Rachel found her first class easily, and most importantly on time, even if she did drag her feet a bit. Her first class was history. What a snore. This was going to be a long day she could tell.