A loud crackle of thunder jolted me upright in my bed. I sighed heavily, the clock on my nightstand read an all to early Three O'clock A.M, I decided I would wait for Charlie to take a shower before I did. Charlie deserved all the hot water he wanted, he had a long day ahead of him he was pulling double shifts all week. I slowly got out of bed and walked to my door swiftly turning on my light, momentarily blinding myself. I looked at my small room, the walls were a pale baby blue with dark cherry oak trimming. Not much had changed in the time I had gone, I shouldn't say "gone" more like the time I lived with my mother Reené.
I tried to keep my mind off of her, worrying about her didn't do any good. Hopefully Phil, her new husband, was taking good care of her. She could be such a ditz, but I wasn't any different. I went down the stairs into the small kitchen, I put on a pot of coffee for Charlie and a put the kettle on for my morning cup of tea.
I heard my dad go from his room the the bathroom. I went into my room and began picking out an outfit for today. I picked out a pair of faded blue jeans and one of my sky blue hooded sweater, blue was kind of my thing.
" The showers all yours Kenzie." My father said briskly closing the door.
I walked quickly to the bathroom, yes I shared a bathroom with my father but it was better than having no bathroom at all. I looked into the bathroom mirror, I really hadn't changed much when I turned 15 , over a month and a half ago. My red hair was still short just above my ears, my chocolate brown eyes still seemed dull to me. I had reached my full height of five feet six inches, I didn't even want to think about my repugnantly ugly glasses.
As I dressed after my shower I started to contemplate skipping school, I hate all of the first day of school stupidity. I hated never being accepted by the popular crowd and then being shunned from the geeks for my lack of study skills, not even the freaks wanted to be my friends. I Guess being born on Friday the thirteenth brought more than just bad luck, it brought all around nonacceptance.
I heard a honk outside in the driveway, I ran down the stairs stumbling a bit as I tried to open the front door, I swung it open to see my dad standing next to a sky blue Jeep!
"Well, you match your new truck." Charlie said pointing to the battered jeep that consumed have the driveway.
I walked up to my dad and gave him a bear sized hug, Charlie awkwardly patted my back with his hand. "Dad how can you possibly afford this?" I asked hoping he hadn't spent too much money on me.
My father gave me a stern look and said, "Not much really, it was a selvaged title, a friend of mines kid built it. You remember Billy Black don't you? You know lives down in La Push."
I smiled and nodded along as I opened the front door to the jeep, I don't have a full license but I had a school and a work permit. I loved it! The seats looked amazing with their black leather and blue strips. Encase you haven't caught on I absolutely love the color blue!
"You better go get something to eat then get to school." Charlie said trying to sound fatherly. "I have to get to work, I'll try not to be too late." He said as he got into his police cruiser and pulled out of the driveway..
I had three cups of tea and half a bowl of cereal. I tugged my backpack over my shoulder and almost ran to my truck. When I got in I noticed it had a pretty old stereo but it still got the local country station and I sang my way to the school, it was just a block off the highway but everything in Forks was just off the highway.
The school really wasn't much, a lot of buildings clustered together in one small campus. Forks High school had 267 students well now 268. My eighth grade class alone had 500 students not counting all of the out sourcing they did during the school year. That brought one thing painfully into perceptive, I would be a freshman here.
I let out an exasperated sigh as I shut off my jeep.
I pulled out my school schedule, it read First period English building three room 12, Mr. Costello, something good to have in the morning. I had a flare for English I had always loved to read. I stepped out of my jeep It must look rather funny, the truck set about a foot and a half off the ground, so I pictured myself looking like a midget getting out of a monster truck.
I started walking toward building three, there were people pointing and others whispering, no doubt I was the topic of the gossip. The Sheriffs son coming back to Forks, and I could guess they all knew that I was gay. It had never once bothered Charlie he could care less I guess, he just told me to be careful. Charlie was an easy guy, a little stubborn like yours truly, but a loving and caring father even if he was easily embarrassed.
A tall boy with blond hair was the first to greet me. "Hi, you must be Mackenzie Swan. I'm Mike Newton." He said enthusiastically.
"Kenzie, call me Kenzie. Nice to meet you Mike." I said in a shy voice, I wasn't normally shy but when I was around new people I was shy for about day or two.
He opened the door and ushered me in. Mike was very chatty guy, I could see talking to him would be easy. He kept up the talk all the way until the bell rang. He sat on my right. I saw him then walk to the seat on my left, a tall copper haired boy with golden eyes. My first thought was, wow. I remembered what mom always said, 'Looks aren't everything honey.'
So I tried to see if there were any visible flaws. When he looked at me with a small smirk, I turned away quickly. I pulled out a three ringed binder and began to jot down somethings I needed to do after school. My mind wondered a little as we waited for the teacher to show up. I began by trying to clear my thoughts when I thought I heard Mike's voice talking about an up and coming football game.
"Mike, did you just say something?" I asked turning to look at Mike.
He shook his head as a bald man walked into the room. "All right welcome back to school. I am Mr. Costello, for those who have tried to block me out of their minds." The class snickered a bit, maybe he wouldn't ask me to talk to the class. "We have a new student with us, his name is Mackenzie Swan. He is a sophomore. Would you mind telling us a bit about yourself?" He asked motioning me toward the board.
I stood reluctantly and walked to the board. "He my name is Kenzie Swan, I just transferred in from Phoenix, Arizona. I am 15 and I enjoy reading and taking long walks on the beach." I said sarcastically, the class broke out in laughter so did Mr. Costello.
"Well welcome to forks I hope you enjoy your stay here with us." the teacher said as I sat down not being able to look at the boy sitting on my left.
I kept my mind occupied with guessing the kids around me ages and names. It became very fun as I started using older names for them like Vincent and Bessie. I then started having a conversation with myself, over weather or not to jump up and leave or just stay and wait out the day.
I made a joke to myself about Mr. Costello's hair, when I heard laughter next to me I saw that the boy on my left was trying to hold back laughs. Some people think I am weird but laughing for no reason, that is just plain weird.
The first four classes of the day were pretty boring and I didn't see the copper haired boy again. The lunch bell rang and I walked from my locker to the lunch room, I went through the line taking only an apple, I wasn't a big lunch eater. Mike's table was full and I didn't feel like being rejected so I sat at a table toward the right side of the lunch room.
Then as if I was being granted a wish the copper haired boy followed by one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen in my life sat at the table in front of me. Then a very large boy and a blond boy sat down followed shortly after by a small pixie like girl. I tried not to stare but couldn't help it when the copper haired boy turned and looked sheepishly at me. I knew all at once I was blushing. I took a bite of my apple and stood up fishing my car keys out of my front pocket. I turned on my heel and left the lunch room, I went out to my car and instantly turned on some music.