Girl On The Move
Chapter Two
"Mom!" Casey cried, throwing her head back in frustration. "Why do I have to go to school?" She asked. "Why can't you homeschool us like Angelica, huh? I hate starting at a new school ALL the time!"
"School!" My mom commanded, pointing towards the door. Casey groaned, but still slung her backpack over her shoulder and marched from the apartment anyway. She knew she was fighting a losing battle. It was the same thing with her each time we moved. Casey hated meeting new people; she was bad at it too. She was the sort of person who found it difficult to make friends. She had always been like it. And ever since we moved away from somewhere in Montana, where Casey had actually made friends with our neighbor Angelica, she had always been complaining that she wanted to be homeschooled like Angelica was.
Mom never gave in to her, though. She claimed to never have enough time to keep us both home from school, but I didn't want to be homeschooled. I quite liked going to a normal school and actually acting normal. I even believed, for a while, that I was normal. And then we moved again and I realized that I was never going to be normal.
I climbed onto the bright yellow school bus. The first day at a new school is always the hardest. You don't know anyone. You don't know your way around the building. You don't know any of the new school rules, so you may break a rule on the first day without even realizing it. I always worried about the first day, after that I was fine, but that first day is always-ALWAYS-a killer.
The first thing I did was subtly scan the other students on the bus. It was a natural thing to do. I had to see who I had to avoid before I even started the day. I had learnt many times over that you have to be careful what group you fall into.
I took my seat towards the back, resting my messenger bag down on the seat beside me. It would have been totally awkward if someone had sat down next to me. I mean, the school bus was not the place to meet people. It was the last place on Earth I would want to meet someone because of how awkward the 'Isn't this nice weather?' conversation could be.
"You don't want to sit there," A girl had popped her head over the back of my seat. She had sun-blonde hair and olive green eyes, and the most amazing smile that you could have ever seen.
"Why not?" I asked in reply. It was a bus seat, it was hardly going to be bad luck or haunted. Though, I do people who believed in such superstisious nonsense. I, however, did not.
"That's Duncan's seat." She replied. I gave her a funny look in return. Duncan's seat? Really? Were we in Kindergarten again?
"It's just a seat; there are plenty of other's." I told her.
"I know, but Duncan sits in that seat every single day an-"
"He's not sitting in it now, is he?"
"No, but that's because he always gets on the bus late." She replied. She did seem pretty interested in keeping me from the wrath of 'Duncan', whoever that was. "You're in for it now..." And then she sank back as if she didn't know me (which she didn't, for that matter).
I turned my attention to the front of the bus and sure enough there was a teenage boy climbing aboard. Of course, it just had to be the one person I was dreading to see again. It was that punk boy who lived in the apartment above me, the one who I'd met last night on the fire escape.
He kept walking up the aisle, headphones plugged into his ears at one end and an iPod at the other. His eye didn't meet mine until he was only a few seats away. They were still the same amazing icy blue color they had been on that night, but now, in the daylight, they looked even icier. More than likely to match his ice cold heart. They were even more breath taking than before. I wanted to look away, but they held me in place.
"So, here we are again, Darling." He smirked, unplugging his ear pieces. "And I believe you are in my seat." I raised an eyebrow up at him. He could not be serious.
"Your seat?" I asked. "You do not own this seat."
"Oh, I believe I do, Sweetheart." Duncan replied. I rolled my eyes at him. Typical guy, thinks he own everything. "I've been sitting in that seat every day since I started middle school."
I rolled my eyes once more. I knew this bus was shared with the middle school kids, but that minor story seemed far-fetched. The same seat every single day for the past, what, five years maybe? I doubted he even went to school that many times each year. He did not have the right to claim the seat as his own, so I wasn't planning on giving it up.
"But, since it is you, Dollface, I'll make an exception." Duncan's smirk only grew as I watched his face more and more intently. "For today..."
Duncan walked away, sitting in the seat at the back, in the opposite corner to the one the blonde girl was sat in. I didn't turn to look at either of them, but I knew they were both staring at me as I stared out the window. The bus moved into motion and I knew the next few weeks were going to be hell from start to finish, and they hadn't even begun yet.
"You must be Courtney Madison." The teacher smiled at me. I smiled back, even if my name was wrong. But I wasn't going to correct her.
My name is Courtney Madison Taylor, actually, but everyone just calls me Courtney Madison. My mom would never say her last name was Taylor, she always goes by her maiden name; Rees. Madison is my middle name, but everyone thinks it's my surname because my mom always writes it down as so on school information and things. It doesn't bother me, I guess. I mean, it's not like I'm ever going to see my dad again, is it?
I couldn't concentrate on anything in school. I know I should have been able to, unlike everyone else in the class. I mean, they were all chatting away to their friends; I had no one to talk to. No one had decided to sit beside me in any of my classes, but I wasn't shocked. Who would want to be friends with the new girl, right?
It was the same thing with every school I went to. But there was no point arguing with it, it was just a part of my life. It always had been and probably would always be. I knew I'd only be staying in this place for a few weeks, maybe five? I wasn't too sure. It all depends how long my mother decides to stay with whatever man she lands, or has probably already landed.
My mother never wastes any time in finding herself a boyfriend. She's usually already found one by the time I get home after school, and I was just about to leave.
The bell rang and I jumped up too quickly catch the bus before it left. I pretty much sprinted out of the school building, slinging my messenger bag over my shoulder.
It was the same yellow bus I had taken that morning. It was almost empty, only a few people were already sat on it. And none of them paid any attention to me what-so-ever. It was if I was invisible or something. Then again, I usually was in new schools.
I decided to sit in the same seat I had that morning, too. It wasn't just to piss Duncan off; it was because I knew no one was going to sit by me. I could live with that. There wasn't much point in making friends; I'd only end up having to leave them in the end. Or in a few short weeks' time.
"So, you're braving another encounter with Duncan Evans, then?" I turned my head to the side to see the blonde girl from that morning popping her head over the back of the seat. "I'm Bridgette, by the way, Bridgette Thalan."
"Courtney." I smiled in reply. "Courtney Madison Taylor."
"So, you're new here, right?" I nodded my head. "That's cool." Bridgette smiled even wider, her olive green eyes glowing. "I've been here for the past two and a half years. It gets boring after a while, trust me." I tried to reply, but Bridgette was a very chatty girl. I liked it. At least I had someone to talk to now. "So, where are you from?" She asked. I couldn't even answer that one properly, because I had no idea myself.
"I moved here from Maine." I replied. That was the truth. Three whole weeks in Maine. "But I've moved around too much to tell where I actually come from."
"Wow..." Bridgette replied, quite impressed. "I've never moved anywhere, not even a house. I've lived in the same house since before I was even born. My mom likes it so much that she doesn't want to move out of it. I don't understand why, it's not even that nice of a house. So, where do you live now?"
"I believe that's my seat you're in, sweetheart." That husky voice could only have belonged to one person and one person only.
I turned my head away from Bridgette to look at Duncan. I could see the blonde girl sink back into her own seat at the very sight of the green-haired teen. I smiled up at him, but he didn't seem too happy.
"I don't see your name on it." I replied. Okay, I do have to admit that was a bit childish, but I had nothing else to say to him. I mean, seriously, that had been the first thing that had come to mind.
"Cute and funny." Duncan chuckled under his breath. "And, FYI, Malibu, she lives downtown, the apartment under mine." Duncan then turned and walked to sit in the seat he had sat in that morning, picking the red-headed nerd who was already sitting there up by his collar and tossing him into the aisle.
"What's his problem?" I wondered aloud.
"Duncan thinks he owns the school, and the school bus. He doesn't let anyone get in his way, so he must like you if he's letting you sit in his sacred seat."
As if Duncan liked me. The way he was acting made me sick to my stomach, and that couldn't have been a good thing, could it?
"Malibu?" I questioned Bridgette.
"Duncan thinks that I belong on the beach in Florida because I love to surf all the time." Bridgette replied to me. She did seem friendly enough to me. "And there isn't really anywhere for me to surf around here...So..." I got the point, even if I wasn't paying a lot of attention to her. I was too busy trying to work out what Duncan's deal was. I just had no idea.
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