I woke up to an unfamiliar bird singing. I searched the depths of my mind trying to figure out what bird was calling so loudly at 5:30 in the morning. The only bird I could think of was a Bobolink, but it was WAY too early for them to be here. Then I opened my eyes, saw the moving boxes and remembered. This was not Virginia. This was New York. I had moved from a little sleepy town to another sleepy town, but the one I came from comprised of a bunch of farms and orchards. This one was of a few mansions and a suburb. I think there is a park but that pretty much is the only place that wasn't developed. The town's name was Albion. But apparently back in the 60's a B-movie had been filmed here about a dramatic teenage love triangle. The movie had been named Sweet Amoris. The name stuck. As I stretched I suddenly felt a wave of nervousness. It felt a little weird because I wasn't sure what I was supposed to be nervous about. Then it hit me, first day of school in a new town. Oh boy, I was in for a ride. Eek!

I hurried into my shower, vaguely wondering what girls in this school wore. I didn't care much for fashion, but I didn't want to look like a complete loser on the first day. After scrubbing myself clean, I opened my half-moved in closet and picked out a pair of plain jeans and a well-worn graphic tee with a Guns-and-Roses logo, a soft lambskin-leather jacket, and sneakers. I dressed and put on a touch of makeup. Not much, just a bit of pink lip-gloss and some eyeliner and brown mascara. It looked nice against my pale skin and uber-long dark auburn hair (it reaches past my waist). I put my hair back in a low pony tail, and then drifted toward the kitchen.

I felt a little lonely eating cereal by myself. But I was the one who had managed to become emancipated with the full support of my parents. And I was the one who managed to buy a little duplex and rent out the upstairs flat for a bit of extra money. I had rented it out to a really sweet woman about thirty years old, we became friends while we communicated by e-mail before I moved, and now she insisted I call her Auntie Tata.

She ran a small version of the Wish foundation, instead of granting the larger wishes like going to Scotland, they visited smaller children in costume occasionally in all of the hospitals within an eight hour drive. The men would dress up as knights, super heroes, and Santa Claus. The women would dress up as princesses, super heroines, fairies and Mrs. Claus. They often organized marches-for-cures, fundraisers, and benefit dinners. As a result she was often in costume. She also worked as a freelance writer for health magazines about the effects of hope and laughter on the psyche and the body. Apparently both can speed up the healing process and often relieve pain far more efficiently than many drugs.

I had introduced her to my parents when they helped me move in a while ago. They told me later that they felt safer knowing a trustworthy person would be nearby if anything happened, apparently. Then my mom started to blubber about how I was still growing up too fast and she hoped that I was successful this time. I needed a hair dryer after I hugged her goodbye.

School started at 8:00 sharp, but it never hurt to be a bit early. I walked down the front steps past the roses and pulled out my keys. Sitting in my parking space was my baby. A beaten up Yamaha motorcycle. Even If it's a bit mud splattered, it looks like a grand (if old) war horse to me. I hopped on, and steeled myself for the day ahead. I silently wish that there are untaken cute boys for me to befriend/ date. May my wish be answered? Please?

With my hair stuffed inside my black helmet (almost impossible at this length), I admired the scenic town houses, little shops, and comfortable looking houses. I passed by an ivy covered gate, it looked like something you would see in a movie. The gate was wrought Iron and the ivy looked trained to carelessly spiral around the points of the gate. Someone had a good gardener. It reminded me of a painting I saw once in Chicago. As I passed by the expensive gate, I noticed a very expensive looking gray car. As I continued my journey to school, I noticed that the car was always behind me. Maybe a student lived in that huge mansion?

I puttered into the school parking lot and noticed that there were a lot of people already here. Most of them were hanging out by the steps. I pulled into a spot that was the farthest away from the school, no need to make an entrance.

I was about to pull of my helmet when I heard "Hey Castiel!" I took off my helmet and looked in the direction that the voice came from. I saw a pretty blonde girl wearing what seemed to be designer clothes in the fancy gray car I had noticed earlier. After she saw my face her smile slid off her face like someone had just spilled juice on her Gucci purse. "Oh, sorry" she said with a sneer. The driver leaned forward. It was a professional looking guy with hair just as blonde as the girl's, and with what seemed to be golden eyes. Needless to say my heart stopped. "Sorry to bother you, my sister thought that you were someone we knew." I smiled brightly and said, "No harm done." He smiled back and said "See you later then." Using my social skills I came up with: "Yes, I hope you have a nice day." Then they drove away. Oho. Looks like my prayers WERE answered.

I strolled up towards the front of the building; it looked pretty new and well-funded. There were extensive gardens and playing fields. Oh my Jelly-beans, the football field had ASTRO-TURF! As a member of my old school's marching band, (Go Cyclones!) I knew what a joy it was to march across the sweet, even, soft turf. I loved this school already.