(Hey guys. I'm back! This is the first chapter to my sequel to Waiting For Him. If you haven't read it, go read it now! Truthfully, though, if you haven't read it, it will still probably make sense except for a few parts coming up in later chapters. This is more of an introductory chapter, so hang in there. Thank you so much for reading! Please, please, please review. -Maddie)
Tulsa, Oklahoma. Possibly the worst place in the United States to move to and/or be new at. Most people in Tulsa are bitter. They've been there mostly their whole lives. It's all they've known. They want to get out, but they can't. Usually for a number of reasons. Sick mother, financial problems, lack of courage, or a combination of things.
The town is also very small, which means everyone knows everything about everybody in town. Especially my mother. You should hear the things the people in this town have said about my mother.
Most of the people in this town have grown up with each other, making everyone very tight and immune to change.
She's nice, really lovely actually. Sharp sense of humor, but knows when to be kind. Short (but God, wavy and bouncy) blonde hair, courtesy of both of her light-haired parents. And those freckles, in thick splotches all over her body, not one inch of her untainted. She's little like her mother but not as sickly looking. But she definitely has her father's eyes, dark but so full of light, every emotion portrayed clearly through them.
But here's the big question. Is she a hood or a goodie-two-shoes? Or, excuse me, a Greaser or a Soc? She's nice and clean cut, which is very important to the Socs. But she also has a mouth on her, a solid sense of humor, and a harsh tone when triggered. She's tough, but she knows how to carry herself. She won't take anyone's shit. Another thing she inherited from her father.
Her name is Scarlett Soda Curtis.
My name is Scarlett Soda Curtis.
And this is my story.
I am a mistake produced by Sandy and Sodapop Curtis. I technically never should of happened, but my mother insists that I was planned even before they met. I was always meant to be.
Truth is, though, I wasn't. My father cheated on his wife (now ex), Vivian, with my mother. But I guess it's more complex than that. My parents were together long before my father and Vivian, but that really doesn't make it much better.
If my husband tried anything like that, I wouldn't think twice about shooting him in the back of the head.
I have a lot of respect and love for Vivian (I call her Aunt Vivian. Vivian's daughters call my mom Aunt Sandy), which is part of why I'm moving to Tulsa. Another part of why I'm moving is because my mother sent me. She wanted me to get in touch with my "roots".
Another reason my mom sent me to live here is because my Aunt Vivian is lonely. My cousin Hallie moved out a while to go away to college and her husband is away on business, currently in Boston. He won't be back for a few months, so I'm staying with her until he does get back.
Aunt Vivian does have one other daughter, Tessandra, whom I've never met before. She's about the same age as me, and I think she's even in my grade. We're both starting our Sophomore year on September 1st.
Today is July 31st. Tomorrow, I am taking the 4:30 A.M. train to Tulsa, Oklahoma. I have one month until I start school. One month to get new clothes, get supplies, and hopefully make some friends.
One more day until I get a clean slate.