First story! Hope you like it! ;D
Moving from Boston to Forks wasn't exactly what I had wanted to do this summer. Actually I could easily say that it was the furthest thing from my mind. The nine hour plane ride felt like hell, sitting in the middle of my parents who were talking about how nice the new house was. The worst thing about this is having to leave my friends behind, the ones I had since elementary school up to 10th grade. It's hard to start over and make whole new friends at 16.
As we got picked up from the airport by one of my parents old friends from high school, Steve I think it was, the 3 and a half hour drive began. Luckily having not gotten much sleep I passed out in the back seat for almost the whole car ride.
"Mel, were here." My mom said in a soft voice, slightly shaking me awake. I rubbed my eyes and pulled myself up into a sitting position.
Once I got out of the car I looked at all the trees that were surrounding us. Not to mention the dark clouds that were forming up in the sky. Washington was exactly was I thought it was going to be.
I looked at my new house, slightly smaller than our one in Boston but it was cute. I helped get all the bags out of Steve's car and move them inside the house.
It was almost 10pm once we got everything completely moved in.
"Well you should probably get to sleep Mel; you start school bright and early tomorrow." My dad said.
"Um what?" I asked. "I thought I wasn't supposed to start to next week!" My parents just looked at each other then back to me.
"Well your dad and I don't want to see you getting behind in school because you don't do so well when you get behind. Honey I'm sure you'll be fine!" My mom said encouragingly.
I just groaned and walked up to my room to go to sleep. At the moment I only had a sleeping bag and pillows to sleep in since our other things haven't gotten here yet. I officially hate moving.
The next morning I could barely even move from having slept on the floor. I pushed myself up and walked into the bathroom to get ready for…school.
I brushed out my long black hair and put on some mascara around my hazel eyes and got dressed. I put on my jeans and a white tank top covered with a grey hoodie topped off with my black converse. I didn't even bother finding a back pack to take with me.
I walked downstairs, trying to find the kitchen only to get lost.
"Melissa where are you?" I heard my mom call. I finally found the kitchen after about what seemed like ten minutes of searching and just picked slightly at the food she placed in front of me.
"You not hungry?" I heard my dad ask walking into the kitchen, grabbing a piece of my bacon.
"Not really, you can have it." I said sliding the plate over to him.
"Well you better get going!" My mom said, seeming rather excited to get me out of the house.
"Mom, how do you expect me to find the school?" I asked her. She had already written out some directions to follow. I walked outside and got my bike than began following the directions. Luckily this town was so small that it only took me maybe 10 minutes to get to school.
I rode up to the bike rack they had outside of the school and locked my bike up. I walked inside the school to find it filled with kids. I looked around and found something that looked like an office (and it was! Yay!) And walked inside.
"Hi I'm new here?" I asked more than told the lady at the front desk.
"Are you Melissa Anderson?" She asked me with a smiled plastered on her face. I nodded in response.
"Well were so happy to have you here. Now let me just find your file…" She said rummaging through several files in her desk drawer. I heard the bell ring and I looked around to see all the kids running to find their classes.
"Ah here we are! So I called in a student to help you find your classes and show you around the school." She told me handing me my new schedule. "And here she is, good morning Ms. Martin."
"Good morning." The girl said through a yawn. She had long blonde hair with brunette low lights and black eye liner tracing her blue eyes. She wore just some skinny jeans and a Zumiez sweatshirt.
"I'm Caylee Martin." She said with a slight smile.
"I'm Melissa Anderson." I told her returning the smile. Then came a pretty awkward silence.
"Well you can show Ms. Anderson around if you want now Caylee." The lady at the desk said motioning for us to leave.
"What grade are you in?" She asked me as we walked into the now silent halls of Forks High School.
"10th grade." I told her looking around the school as we walked down the first hall.
"Where are you from?" She asked next. I had a feeling she had several more questions to ask.
"I'm from Boston." I said to her.
"So do you have an accent." She asked.
"I don't think so." I told her. "So what grade are you in?" I asked before she could ask me another question.
"Same as you. It probably sucks having to go to a new school especially in high school huh?" She said sneaking in yet another question.
"Mhmm. So you're just full of questions huh?" I asked her.
"Sorry it's just…we don't get many new students. I only offered to help show the school around is because I was really hoping you would be a guy." She told me.
"Well I'm sorry that I wasn't exactly what you wanted." I said laughing at her. She burst out laughing with me, then the next thing I knew we couldn't even stop laughing.
"Melissa I think were gonna be good friends." Caylee said.