Coming from a small town that everyone knows everyone and moving to a different town where everyone knows everyone isn't that hard, but it's not easy.
My name is Bonny-BoDean Rawlins. Leaving home was starting to hit me hard. I doubt that it was hitting any of my brothers as hard as me.
I come from a family of six kids. Five boys. Five. That means one little girl and no other sisters. I was the youngest. My brothers; Bocephus, Jethro, Gator, Deacon and Smith. All in order then came little old me.
Moving to La Push, I think it's called, will be kinda hard to adjust. Momma said that it isn't as warm as Athens. And being from the south you are used to the warmth of the southern sun. So my attire may not make too aquipped for the winter weather here. Great.
"Bonnnie-Bodean! Get your butt off plane and help us get all your clothes," mom yelled.
I walked off the boarding thing and grabbed my one bag that my mom let me bring.
So here's the deal my mom and dad had already 'moved' down into our new house, but they wanted us to finish out our school year, so they sent us to live with one of our friends. I finished out the year with high-honors, and second in my class at the time.
We were in the car on our way to the new house which I have not seen yet. I'm hoping that it will be somewhat close to our last house in amazing-ness. It was a huge Antebellum plantation style home. The house came and went off the market. The scenery was so, green I guess. I wasn't unpleasent, but I didn't really like the never endingness of it. I soon fell asleep on one of my brother's shoulders. I'm guessing that it was Deacon, because they didn't do anything to me.
"I have a surprise for you guys!" Mom yelled enthusiastically from the front of the Explorer.
"Oh, lord. Shoot me now." I said under my breathe. "Who said that?" I said sarcastically as my mom gave me the evil eye.
"We are going to have the whole neighborhood meet you guys when you get there. I will give you a little bit to freshen up then you are gonna meet everyone." She said with a smile in her tone.
Oh lord. When she says everyone, she probably means that she is bringing the whole town out here just to meet us. Great.
"Mom, please. Can't we be like a normal family and just wait until the neighbors just bring us cookies or something?" Jeth said.
"No, son we may not." She said firmly.
Even better mom. That sounds like a great deal. Bring on a plane for like hours, driving in a car for like more hours, and sleep deprived. I'm going to look so hot it will be like looking at the sun. Not.
"Daddy, are you in on this? Please, Oh goodness, please say no." I pleaded with him.
"Darlin' don't get so worked up over little things like this. No, I did not help your momma with this, but I should have just to see you get all flustered, like so." He said in his extreme southern twang.
That's when momma leaned over and kissed his cheek ever so gently. "Gandy, I love you so much."
He smiled and replied "We love because it's the only true adventure, and hunny I'm on the adventure of a lifetime."
Mom was smiling like a goat in a briarpatch.
"Children get a room!" One of my brothers yelled.
"We're home!" Mom yelled enthusiastically.
I looked at the house and I fell in love. And yes I do believe in love at first sight. The house was like two stories, and big. No where near the size of our last one, but big none the less. Almost every window on the second floor had a balcony, huge bay windows or something that made each one of the rooms look like they would be kinda cool.
Dad stopped the car and we all rushed the house. Everyone one in my family was here except my oldest brother Bocephus. He was just gonna stay back and finish college. Stupid son of a gun. The house was a light neutral color. When I felt mom's small hand on my arm.
"Hey hunny, you really should let me just put a little make-up on you. There will be a lot of boys your age here, and I was thinking that you and that Smooter kid should just see other people, don't get me wrong I love the kid in all, but the long distance thing is hell on the heart. Come on, let me help you." Mom said with a tone that was like, I'm going to ask you and then just go ahead and do what I want no matter what your answer is, so she pulled me into the house and ran me into a huge bathroom. I'm impressed.
"You would look good with some subtle highlights on your cheeks. And here's a light smoky-eye, you have really long eyelashes. You know that?" She wasn't really asking me just stating it. She let me go and I looked in the mirror. Wow, I looked good. I didn't look like tramp or a raccoon. Good job mom.
"Thanks, mom. Do you already have my clothes picked out?" I asked her because knowing her she did. She probably already had the shoes I was going to wear too. My mom isn't controlling per say, but she likes things her way. And when she doesn't get things her way she freaks out.
My mom grabbed my hand again and pulled me out of the bathroom, barely not slamming me into a doorknob. "Hey! Mom! Watch where you are draggin' me!" I yelled to no avail. She kept speed walking and again almost ramming me into an end table at the end of the hallway.
"Here's your room! I thought that you would like to have some different colors in here besides the ones that were here before. They were like just plain white and a light lavender. I knew you would hate that so I just changed it." She said smiling already moving over to the huge dresser. The room looked so warm and inviting. It was a light shade of brown and a deep red. The whole room looked like I was about to pass out from heat stroke. This was my mom's taste. I liked some of her taste, but a lot of it I didn't like. This one was on the fence.
"Here is your outfit for today." She said, " You are going to wear these too."
I looked at the clothes that she had placed ever so neatly on my bed. The shirt was a scoop-neck, yellow striped tank top with spaghetti straps. Then she had a pair of shorter than short cut-off jean shorts. I knew them without even holding them up to me. The looked good on me as long as I don't have to bend down.
"Here's the shoes!" She said excitedly.
I took one look at them and shook my head. They were high-heel wedges. The ones that people wear to the beach, or on like the board walk.
"Why? You would look so cute in these!" She blabbed without being discouraged by me telling her that I wasn't wearing the shoes.
"I am going to wear my boots." I said.
"That's fine. You are going to wear these clothes though." She said in a final tone.
I smiled and she walked out of my room.
She is a good mom, but she gets on my nerves. She acts like half the time that I am five and have no clue what on earth to do. When I was little I always wanted to be out with the boys and be playing around in the dirt and kick the crap outta them, but OH NO. that was not going to happen. Girls do not do those kind of things, so girls that hold themselves up high do what any respecting southern girl would do. Pageants. Have you seen the show Toddler's in Tiaras? That show does not even come close to how crazy my mom is about those damn things.
I threw on the clothes and turned around to look at myself in the mirror. The mirror was the same one I had back home. It had a little chip in the top right corner and some sharpie along the bottom of it where me and Shawn were in fifth grade and wanted to make sure whenever I went to look at the mirror I would think of her. I leaned in closer to get a better look at what it said, I couldn't make it out anymore.
That's when my brother, Smith, walked in with three huge guys. "Get down there with mom before she has a cow. She said if you don't come down now she said that she will take your boots and bury them." He said with a snicker.
"Okay? Why didn't she come up here and get me?" I looked at him then next at his hand it was reaching for my phone, "don't you dare."
"Why? What do ya' have on here that you don't want me to see? Textin' your boyfriend freaky?" He asked with the three guys behind him just laughing.
"Yea, that's it. You figured me out. Since the last text I sent him was 'Sorry, I'm taking your sweatshirt. You aren't going to get it back.' Sooo… what about us takin' a look at your phone?" I said.
"Get down for mom." He said looking defeated.
He walked out of the room with my phone in his hand. I looked around my room and saw belts on the back of my door. I didn't even look at which one I grabbed, I just reached out and got one. He wasn't far from my room when I caught the back of his leg with buckle.
"SHIT!" He yelled and reached down at the spot where I hit him. Then I heard my new phone hit the ground. I ran over to the spot where my phone had hit the ground. I picked it up and it was fine. I looked at my brother who was still on the ground holding his leg, cussing under his breath.
I reeled back and kicked him. Hard. It made my boot hurt.
I smiled and walked into my room.
"Tell her I will be down momentarily" I said and walked back into my room. Closing the door.
"Mother-." I heard him through the door. He can get over himself. Who were those guys? They were like beyond cute. Tall, tan and toned. What more can you ask?
I looked around my new room and couldn't figure out what I was missing, so I just left to go and find my mom.
I opened my bedroom door slowly, semi-waiting for someone to pop out and try and kill me. Nothing. This was worse than I thought. My brother either likes to get you fast and funny or slow and painful. I'm guessing that I was getting slow and painful, but he can't really do anything when I'm by my daddy all night. I was still considered 'Daddy's little girl.' For all my parents knew I was a pure angel. Haha, that is funny.
Walking down the stairs I was not nervous, because I don't get nervous(actually I completely do, but I won't admit it) but it was something along the lines of that. I was not going to go out there and just let them murder me. I was going to go and out and ooze confidence.
I looked around the first floor of my house which I had not seen because my mom had dragged me through the house so fast I don't even know the front door to the back door. I looked around it kinda looked like our old house, but there was something different besides the surrounding and I couldn't put my finger on it. It wasn't like bad I don't think, but it was just different.
The front door in sight I walked towards. I was hoping this is the front door. The music outside was blasting. It wasn't my style, I think it was like hard rock, I'm too much of a country girl to like that kind of stuff. Opening the door the whole town must be here. I could see faces that I have never seen before and some faces that I had seen in a Christmas card or two. I stepped out into the mess and shut the door.
As soon as I was outside I was attacked by a pack of girls.
"Hey! I'm Peyton! You are so pretty and" awkward pause, "And your really tall!" She said with a look of like confusion and I couldn't tell what else.
"Hey! I'm Mya! You are really pretty!" She kind of yelled over the music.
"Hey! I'm Bridget, welcome to our town." She was the quiet one of the group I assumed.
"Yeah I'm Easton, and you are?" She said with an attitude that I could match easily, but before I stuck my foot in my mouth I would be pleasant.
"I'm Bonnie-Bodean, call me Bonnie though." I said nicely, pretending to act like I didn't see Easton's eye roll.
"Bonnie, I like that name no one else here has that name. I wish no one had my name besides me, but there are like twenty Peyton's here," she said.
"I think Bonnie is a Hick name." Easton had to insert her opinion.
"Change of subject!" Mya yelled.
"Okay, where are all the hot guys? I mean I have a boyfriend, but I wanna keep my options open." I said with a mischievous smile earning a smirk from Easton.
"Well, there are these guys over there and they are like a," She paused looking for the right word, "they are like in a gang." She said with a cautious tone.
"What do mean a gang?" I asked with a questioning tone.
"A gang is a group with a common affiliation. Who doesn't know that? I have known those guys since kindergarten and one day they are normal fifteen year old guys, and then the next day they are freakishly huge, muscle heads." Easton said with her snarky tone that I was starting to think was her normal one.
"And then they are always together and they think they are better than everyone, so they just I don't know how to explain it." She stopped abruptly.
"Show me. Now." I said with a new fascination.
"You cannot miss them. They are right there. What are you going to do?" Peyton asked frightened.
"I'll be back in a little bit. I just want to get to know everyone." I said with a smile that everyone was confused.
I was about to go and talk to the boys in a so called gang. I want to know these gang people. They were going to get to know me early. I want to know the truth.
I looked around at the place that the Peyton had pointed, and I saw them immediately. They were freaking hot. I could tell that my brothers were standing with them talking and being stupid. They didn't look to much like a gang to me. Maybe they were hiding it. I don't know.
I walked at a brisk pace to go and find out the news. Then I saw a girl standing with them. She looked like she was being stand-offishy. I found a new thing to be interested in. I would like to have another friend. I think that I am starting to sound like Doug from the movie 'Up'.
"Hey, I'm Bonnie. Whatcha' doing?" I asked in a happy tone.
She just looked at me like I was a freak, "I'm Leah, and you are talking to me because?"
"Aren't you just a bundle of fun? I want to talk, maybe have a new friend and-" She cut me off.
"Aren't you just a little bit desperate?" She said in my tone, but mocking.
The guys around me just looked at me waiting for my response I could feel at least ten pairs of eyes on me. "We could go and hang out or you could tell me who throws the best parties?" I said still cheerful, she would not break me this easily.
"I don't party." She said flatly.
"Then you can show me who all the hot guys are." I said in a more frantic, but still cheerful tone.
"I don't know who the 'hot' guys are. I don't look at them." She said in her still flat tone, but her eyes were saying something like she wouldn't look at them. Maybe she was gay. Ohhh, that makes sense.
"I don't judge." I said in a small voice. She cracked a smile.
"I'm not gay, if that's what you mean." She said now smiling.
"I knew that. What are you talking about. I was talking about… yeah I got nothin'." I said laughing.
By now she was laughing to. I turned around to look at the rest of the guys. They all looked pretty much the same. Tall, tan, dark hair and hot.
I looked at everyone of them looking for something that said 'Gang'. None of them said that. They looked like that they may do some steroids, but that's about it.
"Hey, I'm Embry." One of the boys said in a Oh-so-smooth tone. I smiled, he was cute what could I say.
"Hi, I'm Bonnie. I'm sure that my brothers have told you stories about me already." I said smiling.
He looked into my eyes, then his smile fell. What did I do? I smile and and show him my southern hosptality; then I get a not happy boy. That's a first.