ghost of a goner : a place to begin – chapter one
The scenes that were passing by the car window that I was looking out at made me remember where I was heading.
My mother recently was married to my step father, and he wanted to move us to a small town called Beacon Hills.
My mother was adored by the idea to move to somewhere that she could actually start tanning, while I was hating on the idea of having to move away from all of my old friends.
To make matters worse, it was my senior year, and now I am going to have to finish it in a town where I don't know anyone.
My mother says I have at least one week to start to make friends before the first day of school starts.
In that time, I had to manage to unpack for my entire bedroom, not to mention pack for the first day of school.
My step father pulled into the driveway of a small house, one that almost looked like my old house, one that I missed very much so.
"The house was recently renovated, so that means it is almost brand new on the inside." My step father announced to my mother and me as we started to get out of the car.
"Almost brand new on the inside," I thought out loud as I slammed the car door shut. "It sounds like this house was a lot of money."
"It wasn't out of my price range, Lynneseigh. It was only a couple thousand to buy it on the spot."
I cleared my throat as I whispered, mostly to myself, "My name is Lynne, not Lynneseigh."
I shrugged off my leather jacket as I reached in the moving truck for one of my boxes.
I tossed my leather jacket on the box as I lifted it, walking out of the truck and jumping onto the ground.
I started my walk towards my new house when I discovered that there was a group of only five or six people standing on the other side of the road.
They looked on over to me, before looking back at each other, with only one of the three boys still keeping his eyes on me.
I had found that the song that was currently playing in my earphones had changed to twenty one pilots' song, "Forest."
"'Down in the forest, we'll sing a chorus, one that everybody knows." I started to sing to the lyrics of the song, smiling as I started to sing with the rapping part.
The second I finished, I looked up to find that the group of teenagers were back to looking at me, almost with a facial expression that showed that they were impressed.
It seemed like they could almost hear me rapping, but I was whispering the lyrics, so that couldn't possibly be it.
"Hey, Lynne," I turned around to see my step father waiting there, leaning against the door frame. "Your mother needs you in the kitchen to help her unpack."
I continued my walk towards the house, handing my box to my step father before I stopped the music from playing in my ears, stuffing the earphones into my leather jacket's pocket.
I had recently finished unpacking the entire kitchen, looking at it once more before I turned to head up to my bedroom.
Reaching the top of the staircase to the second floor, I started to head to my bedroom, pushing open my bedroom door as the door was already slightly open.
I raised my head to my right, turning on the light hanging from the ceiling with the light switch.
The bedroom had boxes scattered all around the floorboards, some of the smaller boxes placed on the larger boxes.
"Do you need help unpacking?" I jumped at the sound of my step father's voice, turning around to see him standing in the hallway, outside of my bedroom.
"I think that I have it. Is my mother sleeping?" I questioned as I walked on over to the window placed on the right wall of my bedroom, glancing outside before I turned to look on over to my step father.
"She passed out in my bedroom after she finished unpacking the bathroom boxes." He told me as he moved further into my bedroom, looking around at the bare walls.
I cleared my throat as I said, "I'm, uh, planning to put my posters up on the wall when I find them in one of these boxes."
He nodded to me as he turned back to the door, leaving the bedroom with the door shutting quietly.
I scanned the boxes, heading over to one that looked like it held my pillows and blankets for my bed that was placed in the left corner of my bedroom next to another window.
I reached over to one of my boxes when I heard a conversation between a group of people, and I turned my head to the direction of one of my bedroom windows open slightly.
" – it seems like she's new to Beacon Hills, and she is in senior year, which is with us – "
"I already know what year we're in. You're positive that she has never been to Beacon Hills before today?"
"I have never seen her around before. Do you know if she's anything supernatural?"
"Her scent smell's normal. If she is something supernatural, than she is really good at hiding it."
The conversation soon grew quieter, and I slipped my head out of the window to find that the two boys that were having the conversation were walking down the street to a small light blue jeep.
"I swear that this town is just giving me more of a reason to leave." I whispered to myself as I turned around to finish unpacking all of my boxes.
It was the day before the first day of school, and, to be honest, my heart was pounding so hard that I think it was going to pound out of my chest, and drop onto the floorboards.
I slipped on my leather jacket over my twenty one pilots band tank top, and placed my black boots onto my feet, pushing my leather black skinny jeans into the black boots.
I heard my mother shout my name from the first floor, and I placed my black beanie over my recently dyed light blue breast length hair.
"I'm on my way downstairs." I shouted to my mother as I held open my bedroom door, snatching my earphones and my phone before I walked out into the hallway, shutting my bedroom door.
I was currently walking up to the front doors of the Beacon Hills High School that I would be attending tomorrow morning when I found a man walking out of the school building.
"I am the principal of Beacon Hills High School, Mrs. Faeyrouce." He pushed his hand out for my mother to take, her accepting it as she started to introduce me.
"This is my daughter, Lynneseigh, although she prefers for everyone to call her by her nickname, Lynne."
The principal raised his hand for me to take, me accepting it as I said, "It's nice to meet you."
"Am I correct to say this is the first time that you have moved out to another school, Lynne?" He questioned as he pushed his hands into his suit jacket, pulling out a piece of paper that he started to look over before looking back up to me.
"Yeah, that's correct. I have only ever moved around in different towns around my school." I replied to him as I felt my mother move closer to me, her chest length light brown hair brushing against the back of my neck.
"Well, I only hope this is the last time you move to another school. This is a very fine school, and I am almost positive that the students here will accept you. Now, shall we continue our tour into the school, or would you like to wait until tomorrow to do that?"
"I would like to get it out of the way, if you don't mind, sir." I said to him, scanning my eyes over the school building.
"As you wish," He replied to me as he started to walk to the school building, turn back to ask, "I assume you are coming with us, Mrs. Faeyrouce?"
My mother walked by my side as she said, "Yes, I'll be coming with you. I want to see what the inside looks like."
I walked over to the car, pulling out my phone to answer the notifications from my old friends that had either called me in the previous hour, or had sent me a text message.
When I was finished checking what my friends were wondering, I checked on all of my apps before I placed my phone back into the pocket of my leather jacket, waiting for my mother to walk out of the building.
"Are you new to Beacon Hills?" A guy that was taller than me asked, him tilting his head as he looked from me to the school building to behind him, and then back to me.
"Just moved in about a week ago," I said to him before I pushed my hand out, introducing myself with. "My name is Lynne."
"Stiles," He replied as he took my hand, shaking it slightly before taking his hand back. "So, is tomorrow your first day?"
"As far as I know. Are you a senior?" I asked him as I saw my mother start to leave the school building, some papers in her right hand as she held onto her bag with her left hand.
"Um, yeah, I am. I could introduce you to my friends tomorrow, if you'd like." He replied to me, raising his right hand to scratch the back of his neck.
I smiled softly at him, telling him, "That would be nice," before my mother made her way over.
"And who is this, Lynne?" She asked me as she placed the papers into her bag before setting her glance onto Stiles.
"Stiles Stilinski, ma'am." He introduced, awkwardly holding his hand out for my mother to take, which she soon accepted with her own introduction.
"Emmeleigh Faeyrouce."
"It was nice meeting you both, but I need to head back." He announced, waving slightly before he started to head away from us.
"He was a nice kid. Is he in your grade?" My mother asked me as I turned away to get into the passenger seat of the car.
"Yeah, he's in my grade." I mumbled as I sat down into my seat, closing the door as my mother started to head onto her side of the car.
I walked back into the house after I had finished unpacking the garage after a good thirty five minutes.
I clicked the button on my phone to show that it was almost nine at night, and decided that I should sleep very soon in order to not be tired on my first day of school.
I walked into my bedroom, and placed my phone with my charger, plugging it in before I walked over to my closet, pulling out a pair of black pajama bottoms, and a tight black tank top.
I headed to the bathroom down the hallway, and pushed the bathroom door open to expose the bathroom.
Walking inside the bathroom, I turned to place my pajama clothes on the sink before I turned around back to the bathroom door, closing it and locking it to assure me that no one was going to walk into the bathroom on me changing into my pajamas.
After I had finished changing, I took the clothes that I was previously wearing, and headed back into my bedroom.
I dropped the clothes that I was wearing minutes before into the laundry basket placed in the corner of my bedroom before I turned towards my made bed.
As I placed the sheets away from the pillows, I crawled inside the now unmade bed, and laid down, pulling the sheets over my small figure, tucking them up to my chin.
The morning light was hitting me in my eyes through the strip of my curtain, and I pulled my sheets over my eyes to keep it away from my eyes.
I reached out for my phone, pulling it close to me to notify me that I still had fifteen minutes before I had to get up.
"Why the fuck is it so bright this early," I whispered to myself as I turned over in my bed, whispering, "Fuck."
It must have been at least a good fifteen, or so, minutes later because I heard my mother knocking on my door, saying, "It's time to get up, Lynne."
"Yeah, I'm up," I said as I peeked out from underneath my sheets, yelling out, "I'm up."
I struggled five minutes later to get out of my bed, it begging for me to come back into it and sleep until the afternoon.
I walked on over to my closet, throwing clothes around before I was able to find a white tank top, a black and grey plaid shirt, some black leggings, and my all black high top converse.
I decided to stay in my bedroom, me locking the bedroom door before I stripped myself of my pajama clothes, and put on my school clothes, me frowning when I remembered what I was getting ready for.
I turned around to find my brush to brush my light blue shoulder length hair, smiling at how it turned out before I made a move to look at my phone.
Finding that I had no notifications on my lock screen, I unplugged it from the charger, and moved over to get my leather jacket that was hanging on my bedroom door hook.
On my way out of my bedroom, I took my school bag from the ground, and swung it around to fit onto my right shoulder.
I leaned back to close my bedroom door, sighing as I headed down the hallway, and down the staircase before I dropped my bag by the staircase to put on my leather jacket.
Looking up, I found my step father walking out of the kitchen, a coffee cup in his hand.
"Ready to go yet, Lynne?" He questioned as he motioned to my figure, watching as I took my bag up into my right arm, swinging it around to fit onto my right shoulder once again.
"I thought my mother was taking me to school," I said to him as I started to walk towards him. "Not you?"
"Yeah, well, it turns out that she has to go pick up Simba and Roscoe from the Beacon Hills Animal Hospital. That is where the airport sent both of your dogs – "
I stopped him with a small, "Puppies. They are both puppies, not dogs, if you will."
"Puppies," He corrected himself as he went to open the front door, continuing with, "That is where the airport sent both of your puppies to, Lynne."
"Good. I was starting to miss those little things." I replied to him as I left the house through the open front door, him shortly following as he took his jacket from off of the jacket rack.
My step father pulled up to the entrance of the Beacon Hills High School, and motioned for me to leave the vehicle.
"I think we should wait another week, actually. I still have some things to unpack." I told my step father, me being very nervous and frightened to enter the new school.
"Hey, kid," I turned around to look at my step father, a small breath coming through my lips. "You are going to do just fine, okay? No one likes going to a new school, but sometimes it happens to a kid, and it has happened to you, but you will get through this, alright?"
"Yeah," I whispered as I nodded to myself, before turning to nod at him, smiling as I said, "Yeah, I will. Thank you."
"Now, call me or text me, or your mother, if anything at all goes wrong, or you need either me or your mother, alright, Lynne?" He questioned me as he saw that I was starting to open the passenger door.
I stayed in the passenger seat for a few more seconds before I finally turned around to my step father.
"Would you give me a quick push," I asked him before I saw him tilt his head in confusion. "I can't really leave on my own. I need your help to do this."
All of a sudden, I felt a hand touch my back, and softly shove me out of the passenger seat.
"Thank you." I whispered as I stepped out of the vehicle, smiling at my step father before I bid him a small goodbye and slammed the passenger door closed.
I watched as he waved at me before driving away, leaving me to enter the new school that was Beacon Hills High School.
I could see that everyone was occasionally looking over at me before resuming the talk with their friends once again.
My breath was quickening in it's speed, and I started to slowly have trouble with my breathing, letting out soft pants as I continued my walk through the hallway.
I barely made it to the end of the hallway before a hand touched my back, and I turned around to see a guy standing there.
"Hey, are you okay?" He had a concerned look in his eyes as he leaned forward a little bit, staring at me.
"Honestly," I whispered as I swallowed, saying louder, "No, not really. It actually hurts to breath. Almost like I can't breath at all."
He pulled me away from the crowded hallway into a classroom, his hands on my shoulders as he stood away from me.
"Do you have any happy memories, or can you hold your breath, or do something that is calming to you?" He asked me as he stared at me, like he was hoping that he could help me with what he was doing.
I suddenly started to sing a song that is Kitchen Sink that is written by twenty one pilots under my breath to help calm me down, the guy standing before me tilting his head in confusion, wondering what I saying, or rather singing, so quietly.
I could suddenly start to breath again, feeling my airways start to open up once again, and I looked up the guy.
"Thank you for that." I whispered to him as I started to feel my breathing return to normal, a small smile on my face.
"Yeah, it was no problem," He told me before he started to lead me out of the classroom, him introducing himself on the way. "My name is Scott, if you wanted to know."
"I'm Lynne. I am also the new girl, if you haven't already heard everyone whispering." I told him as I readjusted the bag on my right shoulder.
He suddenly stopped as if he started to remember who I was, which didn't make sense seeing as how he has never met me.
"You're the girl that Stiles was talking about." He told me as he slowly started to walk with me again down the hallway.
"Stiles," I whispered to myself before I suddenly started to remember where I knew that name. "Yeah, I remember that name. We both met yesterday when I was learning my way around these hallways."
"He told me that he had to introduce you to me and my friends so that you knew, at least, some people in your grade." He told me as we both turned to another hallway, the whispering once again constant as I passed by.
Before I had the chance to reply to him, a girl walked up to Scott, her black hair swinging behind her as she looked at him, then looked over to me.
"Kira, this is Lynne, the one that Stiles was talking about yesterday," He turned to look at me as he gestured over to the girl walking next to his side. "And, Lynne, this is Kira, my girlfriend, who is also in your grade, so here is another friend you have made."
I reached in front of him to put my hand out to the girl that I had just met, smiling as I said, "Hey, I'm Lynne."
She smiled at me as she took my hand, shaking it softly as she offered out, "I'm Kira."
As I finished shaking her hand, I discovered that we had walked to a group of four people, them talking quietly to each other.
"Hey, Stiles, I found the girl that you were talking about yesterday." He told the guy in front of him, who stopped what he was saying, and stopped the wild gestures that he was making with his hands, and whipped around to look at who he was talking about.
"So, you were talking about me, huh?" I teased him, knowing that I would apologize for it a minute later because that is the kind of person that I am.
"I wasn't – It wasn't – I was telling them – " I stopped him in the middle of his shouting, trying to take the attention of the entire hallway off of him.
"It's fine, Stiles. It's fine," I told him before I looked behind him at the rest of the group of friends, introducing myself with, "I'm Lynne, the new girl, in case you haven't heard from either Stiles over here, or from the entire grade."
The one with red hair reached forward with her hand, smiling as she said, "My name is Lydia."
I turned to look at a boy who was adjusting the strap on his shoulder, letting out, "I'm Liam. I'm not in your grade, but I'm here."
"That's fine." I nodded to him before I looked on over to a girl, who looked like she had some issues on trusting me, but started to give them up when she looked over at Scott and Stiles.
"My name is Malia." She told me, almost like she was forced to, but gave me a small smile in a polite gesture, which I accepted before I turned to pull out my phone, discovering that the first call was in four minutes.
"Does anyone by chance have history for their first class?" I questioned as I looked up, a small smile on my face as I saw Lydia reach forward for my hand, pulling me away from the group.