For Spencer Carlin it wasn't only a new day, but a new school, a new city, and what she hoped would be a new life. And so far, for the first time in her life that she could remember, she seemed to be getting exactly what she was hoping for.
Here she was, wandering the halls of King High School without really knowing where she was going, and she could not help from smiling at the thought of how quickly things were turning around. That smile quickly turned into a grin when she spotted her: The brunette girl that she had noticed around the past couple of days but who had somehow seemed out of reach.
The bell rang, and at that moment, Spencer decided that she was going to reach her somehow. Pulse quickening and biting her lower lip, partially because she felt vulnerable; partially because she was trying to suppress a tooth-baring grin, Spencer made her legs carry herself over to the brunette. They felt incredibly heavy to her, and at the same time, she was somehow feeling light.
What felt like an eternity for her to reach the brunette somehow only took seconds in the real world, and when she did, she mused over the fight that the stranger seemed to be engaged in with her locker. She was broken from the trance when the brunette noticed her presence and turned to her for but a moment. "You want something?"
Spencer felt a mixture of discouragement at the girl's words and determination at the husky voice that had accompanied them. "Er, yeah, do you know where science lab 3 is?"
"Yes," she said sourly. That was the moment when she'd locked eyes with Spencer for the first time, and at that instant she felt a trace of guilt at the tone she'd used. She didn't know what, but there was something there. And then she dropped all of her school books that she'd fought the locker so hard for. "Man!"
"Let me help," Spencer was already lunging over to help the other girl retrieve her books before the words were entirely out. She reached for the same book that the brunette was, and in so doing their hands touched. Neither of them dared move at first; brown eyes that bore curiously into Spencer's, and then it was over. The girl jerked her hand away; Spencer nervously taking it as a cue to jerk her own hand away before attempting to grab at another book, trying to move along. Attempt being the keyword. Her hand knocked over a styrofoam cup that the girl had set down along the way, and she watched in horror as it sent coffee onto the girl whose name she hadn't even learned yet, now doubting that she ever would.
This seemed to have flared up the girl's temper again. "Damn!" She shot upright, shaking her hands off where most of the coffee appeared to have hit, aside from the books.
Spencer could barely get out more than a gasp. "Oh, no - I'm - I'm so - let me buy you a new one! - sorry." She was barely intelligible at this point and kicking herself at every failed syllable.
The girl shot her a glare before quickly scooping up her books. "Good luck finding your way to class," the girl snapped before quickly walking off, and Spencer had the sense that she hadn't wished her good luck at all.
Spencer shook her head, not sure whether she was more feeling embarrassed at her clumsiness, or more annoyed at the lack of forgiveness exhibited towards said clumsiness. Annoyance won out, and she settled on a scoff before rushing to find the lab she was destined to be late for.
Maybe this 'new life' isn't so new after all.