Layla's POV
As I walked through the doors of La Push high, I knew 2 things:
1- I knew nobody at all
2- This was going to be a huge change from my little town in Maine.
I'm Layla Rose Anderson, and will be spending my next 4 years of school here.
We had just moved to La push last month, and now I was starting my freshman year in a completely
new area. My mom had said La Push High was the school for the children that lived on the reservation.
The reservation was for The Quileute descendants, but when my mother and father saw it they said
it was "Quaint, and the perfect place to get away from the stress of life". Or from the
death of my older brother 3 months ago, ever since the accident they started looking for a new place.
Somehow without us even being Quileute they got us a 2 bedroom house along one of the beaches.
I liked the new place. It was cozy, but I missed the old house filled with all of the memories of when we were
a family.
I went to the office and told the woman working there I was new and was there to pick up my schedule.
"Oh dear, that's right, are you Layla Anderson?" "Yes m'am" I replied. "I'm Mrs. Polk, the secretary, and I have
you scheldule right..Oh my..Where has that thing gotten to?" I watched her fumble with her large hands, rifling
through stacks of papers, finally she reached for her mug of coffee and saw it had been underneath of the large blue
cup the whole time. "Sorry sweetie, I always seem to be misplacing things, well here you go, and have a wonderful year"
she smiled pleasantly at me. "Thank you Mrs. Polk, you have a nice year also!" I called as I ran to find my homeroom class
with Mr. Weinstien. Scurrying through the hall I looked at the doors, 125, 126, Ah! finally 127.
I opened the door and everyones head turned to face me. They watched as I walked over to the second to last row
and sat in the chair next to the window. I took one last look at the paper to make sure I was in the right place then took out
a pencil from my backpack. The fluorescent lights shined brightly above me to the point my eyes almost hurt. A few more people
came in, a girl with long flowing black hair and a cute handbag, a boy who looked very angry, and finally a blonde with two girls following
behind her like ducks. She scowled at everyone and reached a seat- in the front row of course, with her ducklings beside her. She then proceeded
to reach into her purse and grab a tube of lipgloss. she applied it, took out a mirror, and kissed her reflection leaving the perfect shape of her lips on
it. Before she closed it the teacher stood up "Sorry to interrupt your 'beauty time' Vanessa, but we have to start soon" she closed the mirror abruptly
and flicked her hair. "Whatever" "Lets start off by introducing ourselves. I'm Mr. Weinstien and I'm your homeroom teacher. I will also be teaching you
Biology, and Mathmematics. I hope we will have a great time together this year." Next he pointed to the first girl (the one with the long black hair).
"I'm Cheyenne and I like to draw" she said. Person after person introduced themselves but I didn't catch many names because I was so nervous about
my turn. When it was my turn I stood up and twisted my hands looking straight ahead. "I'm Layla" "Are you new here I haven't seen you around?"
Mr. Weinstien asked. "Yes my family just moved here. I friends yet" a few people laughed, and I flushed a deep red. Good going Layla I chided myself.
"I'm sure you will by the end of the year Laylien" he said politely. His mispronunciation got even more laughs from the class. I slumped back into my chair and wondered if this day would ever be over.
The rest of the day wasnt much better either. In History I dropped my book and the teacher thought I did it on purpose, and in Art I
ended up in the wrong classroom and by the time I figured out I was late for it. At lunch I just sat alone and poked the 'hamburger' on my plate.
I couldn't wait for this to be over so I could run home and just lay in bed and read. Books would never laugh at you ar call you Laylien like how
Vanessa and her gang called me. I waited for the last period bell to ring and sat still as I watched everyone pack up and run off. once the last person
was gone I slowly got my stuff together, said goodbye to Mr. Weinstien after reminding him my name was Layla, left the room, and ran....
Collins POV
I was walking down the hall after school, late, again. I was angry and just wanted to get home, but of course
I HAD to go to the office to get a slip for my mom to sign about my grades. Now that I had it I was one step closer to home.
I felt something hard hit my back and a small gasp. "Watch where you are going, sheesh, stupid people" I snapped and mumbled
the last part under my breath. I turned around and saw a girls large green eyes fill with tears and she backed up and fell against the lockers.
My breath caught. She was beautiful. I admired everything about her. How her small body crunched together, how her light brown hair hung over
her flawless face, how her full pink lips formed a pout. Without even knowing her name, I knew I had found my one true love. Gravity seemed to pull
my towards her, and then I realised why she was crying.....I had hurt her feelings.
My chest filled with stabs of pain and guilt. I walked over and sat next to her. "I'm sorry, I didnt mean to yell at you" I said gently.
She started to get up and she used her wrist to wipe some of the tears "No you're right, I should watch out, I am stupid" she said sobbing again.
Then she stood up and turned away. I grabbed her arm lightly. "Don't ever say you are stupid, please stay Princess" I begged. she smirked through
her tears "I bet the last thing I look like right now is a Princess" she remarked. I pulled her closer and wiped the tears with my thumb softly stroking her
face. "You will always look like a princess to me" I said softly. She smiled. "Well Mr. Prince Charming who rescued me from the depths of despair, what is your
name?" "Im really sorry about that by the way, and I'm Collin Smith." I told her. "Dont be sorry, it wasnt you, I just had a really bad day and when you yelled
it kind of pushed me over the edge" she admitted. "Aww I'm sorry. Anyways, what is your name ma'lady?" She looked up at me "Im Layla Rose Anderson".
Layla and I talked for a few minutes and she told me how her family had moved to La Push after her older brother was killed in an accident. Her beautiful green eyes
filled with tears when she said that so I didnt ask anymore about it. I told her about how I mostly hung out with the pack and they were like my brothers and how my dad had
walked out on my mom and I when I was 6. We shared things I'm sure we hadn't with other people. It just felt easy being with her. I heard a faint noise and it got louder.
"It sounds like a radio with the speakers blown.
The kind of sound that you'll never know.
Treble high, and the bass down low.
Woooah Wooah"
Layla reached into her pocket and pulled out her polka dotted phone.
"It's my mom" she mouthed to me as she listened to what her mom had to say.
"Kay' bye, Love you too" she said then hung up. "I have to go, we are going out to eat soon" she said apologetically.
My heart dropped. I knew she had to go sometime but I didn't want this to end. After we said goodbye and we promised we would meet at her locker tomorrow
she took out her phone and handed it to me, then asked for mine. I dug it out and handed it to her savoring the moment our hands touched. "Add you number"
We both did then she handed me mine back and I handed hers to her. "May I have a parting hug from the dear Princess Layla?" I asked. she giggled.
"Of course my Prince" she said as she wrapped her arms around me. I hugged her close and inhaled her flowery scent. Then a car beeped. She pulled back.
"Bye Collin, I'll text you later" she called. "Alright, Have fun!"
With her gone I left the building and started to walk home.....finally.
