Ah, another first day. Stupid new schools.
I got dressed, I put on a black mini skirt and tights (as long as they were going to stare might as well give them something to stare at) along with a white long-sleeved v-neck top and a blue and pink zip up hoodie. On my feet I wore my trusty black pumps. I looked in the mirror, I was extremely pretty- not in the vain way – but in the way that if someone were to complement me I would accept it and complement them back. I could also be flirtatious which marked me as vain in some places. I let my ginger hair flow, it fell like a waterfall down to my bum.
I've had my hair complemented as warm and glowing as it fell in waves and I have to say it is practically my pride and glory. I feel it frames my round face and complements my turquoise eyes.
Now back to the matter at hand- school. I was sure to have the usual followers.
School was just down the street so that wasn't hard to get to and I had my maps and necessities already posted to me so I was set.
Walking down the street got me glares and stares so naturally I strutted my stuff. I already had a hefty group of followers by the time I was in the building.
People usually didn't see past the face with me, they took one look and marked me as pushy, arrogant and a boyfriend stealer. Just the way it was.-sigh-
Walking into first class I saw 4 boys who were practically identical, freaky. But as people always judged me I always had a firm belief in meeting and getting to know people before I made an opinion. I noticed that the pupils seem to avoid them but I bypassed this and decided that maybe when I wasn't so new anymore I would try to speak to one.
Coming from Spain meant that my skin was only slightly lighter than the residents here so I didn't stand out too much.
First days – you cant live with them , cant remove them from your life altogether. –sigh-
The day went ok, there is some nice people here and I even sit in close proximity with some of there handsome guys in some classes!
The week passed pretty smoothly, the school got used to me and I was starting to contemplate going and starting up a conversation with those boys, because I was really starting to get annoyed with not knowing their names!
When Monday came around again I was officially old news but still maintained a group of admirers who I wish would leave me alone already. At lunch that day I saw those guys sitting in their usual seats eating their usual amount of food ( a lot I can tell you that!) so I rose from my seat and started walking towards them I felt some stares from the table I had just left but didn't look back, when I got to their table I hovered for a second before one spotted me. He smiled and nudged the person who was sat down beside him and the other boy looked up he nodded his head to the seat in front of me so i smiled and sat down. I cocked my head to the side observing them observe me. The silence was broken by the boy on my right looking up, spotting me and choking on something. I bit my lip torn between amusement and concern for the boy, but I hope my humour didn't show on my face.
Once another one of the boys slapped him on the back he was fine but I winced because the hit sounded like it hurt.
"What are your names.?" I decided to break another silence.
"I am Jacob and this is Jared, Quil, Seth and that goofball is Embry" said the boy who had looked up first, ending in the guy who had choked.
" Are you alright" I asked him quietly
he nodded but had gone red again but this time because of embarrassment.
"my name is Kayleigh" they all grunted hi's and hello's , I really couldn't see why the other kids avoided them apart from the fact that they were huge they were very nice people. I made some light conversation with them before the bell rang.
La Push held many secrets and I was going to find out what.