Of course I don not own twilight!
The absolute thought of school tomorrow was all I could think about. My name is Kim and my family and I just moved back to a small reservation called 'La Push' after 10 years of living away. My dad made us move back because he simply wasn't happy. He wanted to go back to his old roots and see if he could start up his own business. He had many friends here, but me, on the other had didn't. I wasn't exactly the type of girl who got a thrill out of boys and shopping, I was quiet, reserved and didn't like drama. My history of past relationships and popularity was non-existent and it didn't really bother me until now. I'm sitting here in the middle of an empty house waiting for the movers to deliver our belongings.
I didn't mind moving until I found out that I was being dumped in a school half way through a semester. I can imagine how the first day will go: I'll get weird looks by all the guys to see if I'm worthy of their attention and deathly looks from all the girls who think the 'new girl' will steal their boyfriend. I wasn't trying to be overly confident, from what I've read it's how it generally goes. So it's safe to say I'm not looking forward to the first day.
When the movers finally arrived it became more real to me that this move was realistic. I wasn't comfortable in my old town but it was something about the reservation that made me feel very uneasy. Unpacking my things was hard. It brought back old memories of my old house and friends not that I had many. I had one good friend called Sarah and she was the complete opposite of me. According to her she saw potential in me and that's why she befriended a girl like me. She was pretty much the only person I could confide in, it was hard to leave her but I suppose having a pessimistic opinion of this place will not help me in this transfer. By the time darkness fell I was feeling more and more nervous for tomorrow so I tried to find the good in this new school. 1. The school had no uniform so I could wear what I wanted. 2. I didn't have to do gym (thank god!) and 3. Maybe the people will be nicer then my old school. With those three thoughts in my head I fell asleep even with the nausea.
I woke up the next morning to find that it was raining. I wish this was just a random day of showers but from what I've been told it seems to be a regular occurrence her in La Push. My optimistic view for this day had just been dampened- no pun intended. The one thing I was looking forward to today was driving my new car to school. My parents gave it to me as an adjustment present to the new town. I don't think they wanted me getting sick every second day from walking in the rain so they decided to get me a car to save money on doctor bills. This was a complete advantage to me so I wouldn't have to keep asking for lifts as if I 14 again asking for permission to go places so I said I wouldn't complain.
I grabbed a slice of toast and headed to this not so famous school of mine. When I parked in the parking lot the nerves set in again. There wasn't as many people here as I expected but I suppose La Push isn't exactly..big. The first thing I noticed was that my fashion seriously didn't match everyone else's. I decided on a skirt that just skimmed my knee and a white blouse. Every other girl was wearing jeans and jumpers. This is going to be embarrassing!
The woman at the front desk tried to explain the timetable to me. I could see she was getting slightly pissed off that I was getting it so I just pretended I understood and walked away. My first class was trig so I made my way to the first class of complete humiliation. I was obviously late to class because pretty much every seat had been filled the only seat available was at the front of the classroom in front of the teacher- great!
First period wasn't too bad I just introduced myself to the teacher and he told me to sit down and what book to get. Luck was on my side when I already had the book from my old school which means I can save some cash and actually afford gas. My next class was History and I hated history. Me and history was just not meant to be. I just didn't understand why we had to learn about what happened in the past when it's in the past.
Once again I was late, I hope I don't make a habit of this because it just gives everyone an excuse to stare at me. Only one person has talked to me so far and that was a guy called Paul I think? H e pointed me in the wrong direction to history hence why I was late. I entered the classroom and most of the other students went quiet. This time the teacher made me introduce myself to the rest of the class which was pretty embarrassing. The only free seat was beside this guy called Jared, he was pretty... big. It didn't look like muscle it just looked like big bones. I think he has to be the biggest 17 year old boy I've ever seen. I sat down next to him and started looking through my bag for my notebook. 'From that introduction I'm presuming your new here' he said it startled me initially 'Erm yeah I'm afraid so' I said. He didn't look me in the face which I found quite odd. 'Don't worry you'll settle in sooner than you think in this place, I'm Jared' he said whilst turning himself towards me to shake my hand, 'Thanks, I'm Kim' I looked up to meet his glaze and then all of a sudden his face dropped as if I had this big zit on my face. He just stared. Did I do something? The teacher then cut in to start his lesson which I was so thankful for. This day just keeps getting worse, I only said two words to someone and they already think I'm weird looking. This is exactly why I don't like History, nothing good comes from history. When the lesson was over Jared just left and didn't say anything. Not even a glance. Boys are such a mystery.
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