It was a cold morning in the middle of October, I had woken up late and was rushing to make my way to school. I was glad to be wearing my converse that day as I ran the 10 minutes, my bag clutched close to me. I arrived to the entrance and quickly made my way to the front office.
"Name?" The dark haired woman asked me at the reception desk, she had squinting hazel eyes and her thin lips were coated in red lipstick. Her name tag told me that her name was Linda. I took a moment to catch my breath,
"I'm Elizabeth Winchester." I replied. "It's my first day."
It didn't take too long to get given my schedule and locker number. I was surprised to have found the locker quickly, I dialled in my combination and placed my bag inside, taking out what I needed for lessons before lunch. Now all I had to do was find where my home room was.
"Room 205." I muttered to myself as I walked around the building of James Dean High School. I eventually found it and knocked on the door before being told to enter.
"Hi," I said to the teacher and the class. "I'm Lizzie Winchester, I just transferred here."
"My home room teacher, Mr. Novak, was a tall man with dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He introduced himself to me with his full name, Castiel Novak, telling me that everyone just calls him Cas.
"Like the Angel?" I asked, curious at the biblical name. He nodded his response. "You're wondering how I know that, it's because my dad used to have a friend with the same name."
I turned around and introduced myself to the rest of the class, "I'm Elizabeth, I just moved here with my dad." I moved and took my seat next to a brunette boy of godly height.
"Hey I'm Jamie." He smiled, his green eyes glaring into my own. "What did you say your surname was?" He then asked.
"Winchester"
"That's weird, we share the same name."
"That is weird. So tell me a little about yourself." I wanted to get a conversation started so I could at least have one friend in the school.
"I just turned 16, I live with my dad about ten minutes from here. I drive
a 1967 Chevy impala, that was given to me by my dad, and I'm the quarterback for the football team, you?"
"I turn 16 in a week, I also live with my dad and live ten minutes away. My dad's name is Sam and I don't know who my mother is. I'm named after my grandmother, Mary, but I go by my middle name. I'm a writer."
"I don't know who my mum is either, my dad's name is Dean and my grandmother was also called Mary."
I wanted to continue the conversation forever. The bell had other plans. I said my goodbyes and went to maths class.
Lessons went on quickly and before I knew it the day was already over. I was walking home when I saw a black car driving past me. It was an impala, Jamie's car. The car slowed down and drove back towards me before the window came down.
"Wanna ride?" I took the offer and spent the whole journey directing the boy to my new home. He parked in front of my drive and I thanked him before saying bye and leaving. Jamie then proceeded the park in the drive of the house next door.
"You live next door?" He laughed at my stupid question and replied with a yeah.
"Who was that?" My dad asked me when I walked through the door.
"Jamie. He's our neighbour and a friend from home room. He drives a Chevy Impala 1967, how cool is that?"
"That is pretty cool." /span/p
"That isn't even the best bit."
"There's more?" My dad asked, taking genuine interest in me as always.
"Yeah, his last name is Winchester too." /span/p
"Who was that chick you brought home?" My dad asked when I kicked my boots off my feet. "She your new girlfriend?" My dad was what you would call a ladies man. He flirted. A lot.
"No, just a neighbor. She is interesting, though."
"Huh, why?"
"She's named after her grandmother, Mary." /span/p
"So what, Mary isn't an uncommon name for grandparents."
"That isn't the weirdest part, dad, her last name is Winchester."
"What? Winchester are you sure? What's her dad's name?" I knew then that something was up.
She said it was Sam. Sam Winchester."
I followed my dad as he stormed to the house next door. A tall brown haired man open the door and his eyes widened.
"So, it is you Sam." Did my dad know this man?
"Yes, Dean, it's been a long time."
"Yeah man, my little brother had a daughter and you didn't even bother telling me."
"Brother?" I heard Elizabeth say the same time as I.
"You must be Jamie, Liz was just telling me about you. I guess you two should know that you're cousins."
