Chapter 1: Cavaier dreams

I've been on a plane so many times I can just tell from the look of the passengers what kind of flight it's going to be. Unfortunately, this one was going to be bad. I've moved so many times between Renee and Charlie's that I now have fully furnished rooms and an entire wardrobe at both houses. It is just more efficient. I just can't seem to fit in anywhere anymore.

I've always been on the more timid side. Not that I was shy really, but you could sum it up nicely to say I wasn't very mainstream. I didn't feel the need to gossip or chase after boys like most of my friends started to do after the 7th grade. I couldn't tell you more than two major designers which I know by complete accident

So, Renee and Charlie got worried me and started sending me back and forth trying new ideas. They were so afraid I wasn't getting a normal teenage experience. I tried, countless times, to explain to them that I had friends and I am completely happy reading and keeping to myself most of the time. So, my parents' brilliant idea when neither Phoenix or Washington was working? Well, you are now looking at the newest student at the most prestigious boarding school on the East Coast thanks to the money Phil received when he recently got signed to another baseball team.

Now I'm boarding yet another plane to fly across the country to the opposite coast of everything I have ever considered home. Including a few close friends and, of course, my best friend Jacob. He was the only one who could ever get me to do crazy, exciting things. However, with my luck, things got a little weird after he told me his feelings were quite a bit stronger than I had expected. I… was stunned to say the least. I never thought of Jacob that way so it never crossed my mind that he felt that way about me. Charlie told me he hasn't been doing so well after the incident, not that Charlie knew about it of course. I heard something along the lines of him hanging out with a bad crowd and somebody named Sam? I tried to pay attention to what Charlie was saying, but I just kept thinking that I shouldn't have to hear about my best friend from my Dad. Jacob should've called me himself.

The good part about flying thousands of miles away? Two words… Mike Newton. I cringe at the sound of his name. He wasn't… terrible. Charlie really wanted me to have "normal" teenage experiences so I thought going out on a few dates would make Charlie happy, right? Nice boy who lived in Forks his entire life, played football, yadda yadda. The bad part is that Mike and I didn't exactly have the same vision of our friendship. He thought it was more… I wanted it to be less. If I made one right decision in my life it was moving to Phoenix, again, shortly after that relationship and changed my number.

This school is supposed to be grand! Sarcasm is a brilliant semantic device. Honestly, I've heard nothing but good things about it. Everyone goes to Ivy League Colleges when they graduate. You are pretty much a shoe in to admissions if you attended. They have every area of study. That was definitely a perk. The extent of literature study in Forks was basic English where you learn to write a sentence that is grammatically correct. I was astonished that my fellow peers would be going off into life without reading Wuthering Heights or any works of Shakespeare. Speaking of books, which book did I pack again? I begin to search for my book before my neighbor boards the flight for the next four hours.

Ah, joy. I packed The Stranger. A friend actually recommended it to me. I'm always open to try new things. I pull the book out and stash my carry on under the seat in front of me again before the flight attendant spots my deadly hazard. I get a few pages in when I feel someone coming into my row. I haven't even glanced up from my book. I really couldn't care less who sits next to me as long as they don't try to lean on me as they sleep.

Then the best thing happened… the man sits down next to me and doesn't even say a word. I glance up and thank the heavens it's not one of those people who talk the entire time. I've come up with multiple names in my head for people of this description, but none I can honestly say out loud without blushing.

I jumped at the sound of the seat belt sign coming on and the intercom announcing we were preparing for landing. I had fallen asleep… for the entire flight. Wow, maybe my luck is beginning to change! Or maybe it was this book… I shake my head and place my book back in my carry on and wait to land. I was near the front of the plane so hopefully I could get off soon. Most of my things were shipped here before I left so I don't have to wait an hour to find out the airline lost my luggage. The plan landed and everyone started to stand up and stretch. Finally, everyone was cleared out of my row and I grabbed my carry on and tried to stand up. How is it within five hours your brain seems to forget how low the ceilings are right above your seats? Next thing I know everyone was looking towards the direction of the loud bang and I'm crouched over rubbing the top of my head. Nope, luck is definitely still the same.

I thankfully made it to a cab without my face coming close to a hard, painful surface. I began to look at my surroundings as the cab drove to the campus. The east coast really was beautiful. Thankfully, it's the week before fall semester so the trees are absolutely breathtaking. I wonder how much I'll like the weather in the winter… just thinking about snow makes she shiver… and blizzards… uck. Before my mind gets too caught up in that terrible idea the cab driver pulls into campus. It's absolutely breathtaking. Huge buildings randomly placed, yet some organized, as far as I can see. The buildings look old and historic. They all seem to be built of stone, resembling one of those old beautiful cathedrals you'd see in Europe. There is a long line of luxury cars and limos headed towards a huge quad with four buildings around it. Those must be the dorms. Thankfully, I thought ahead. I'd been looking online for a place to rent for weeks when I finally came across a decent place. The landlord said there was two other girls living there as well for the school year. Hopefully, I didn't make a mistake by just sucking it up and living in the dorms. Something about the idea of living in co-ed dorms with extremely rich, hormonal, and teenage peers was not my idea of pleasant. Finally, the cab driver started to turn down streets near campus. They were huge houses and I'm sure my fellow student's parents could afford much better. Finally, the cab driver stopped in front of the address I had given him. My life for the next two years. I was honestly too paralyzed to get out of the yellow checkered car.

This house was… beautiful. Breath taking? Extravagant? The rent wasn't outrageous… but how could it not be? Now… I'm nervous. Then I see this tiny, spiky haired girl come bouncing out of the house trying desperately to see me through the tinted windows. I groaned and gave the cab driver a nice tip… opening the door to get out of my safety zone all I could think was… here goes nothing…

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