Blackness invaded my consciousness when the sounds of creaking came into my ears, allowing my body to slowly regain itself into the world of the living. The wood groaning around the house made me wrinkle my nose, following closely by letting myself bury into the green floral blankets with a content sigh. Nothing could take me from this warm bed, nothing.

BZZ BZZ BZZ

"Bugger." Mom's voice mumbled down the hall; drifting into my room from the open door being held by a rock found in the backyard. If we hadn't found that rock, I'd most likely be trapped in my room this morning if it was there. The first morning I got up to help Mom clean house, I was shoving my shoulder against the door until my shoulder was red and felt like falling off. It took almost an hour of Mom pushing on the other side and me pulling to get it open. We both fell on the floor, and when the door was closing shut we both jumped forward and held it open, our cheeks flush and our butts hurting, we laughed until Mom went to get the rock, her laughter being heard from the yard in great huffs and our laughter causing me to almost close the door again.

Needless to say, the lock on the door was not needed.

I groaned and pushed the blanket off, the air hitting me like ice water; seemingly grabbing the air from my lungs.

"Shut the bugger up!" Mom yelled from her room down the hall.

I smiled and jumped up stretching to get all the kinks out of my muscles, hearing pops and letting out a contented groan. "It's your alarm clock! Shut it of yourself!"

"Oh right." The words were barely audible. Hardly a whisper inside the halls. It sounded as if it could come from a ghost, well it could, talking about all the moaning and groaning inside this house, since all the wood sounds like it's got some kind of buzz saw trying to get impenetrable steel, and it's only allowing it to moan and groan.

I sucked in a large breath of air and let it out in a big gust; searching my floor for a pair of pants; my hands rubbing against my bare thighs clad only in my underwear and large oversized shirt. I admit to myself it wasn't the grandest idea to wear something like this to bed, it was fairly cold around here compared to the weather over on the Great Plains. Various pairs of shorts littered my room from wearing them only inside the house to help move furniture.

"Aha!" I exclaimed, causing a mumbled response from Mom in the other room. Slipping the loose blue jeans over my legs I shivered at how cold they got from staying on the floor all weekend long; maybe I'll put them over the heater tomorrow morning. Pulling the shirt over my head and tossing it near the window that's closed, it hit the window with a small thump and I bended over picking up a brown shirt and threw it on.

My eyes were scanning the room, looking for a lump of dark green. I was prowling the already clothes covered floor sadly, meaning that my room most likely would need to be cleaned almost daily.

Surprise, surprise; it was hidden behind the stupid door; staring at me with its old green army backpack, the straps left open and various papers that were strewn inside it from my old school. Huffing in annoyance over that stupid door, I grabbed it and grasped it tightly as I kicked the rock so it would stay in front of the door for sure. Grumbling in reassurance I made my way down the hall, the light from the window at the end of the hall allowing a stream to let light in the dim area. Peeking at Mom's
form in the bed, heavily covered in blankets drawn up to her sun kissed face. Her nose wiggled at the sound of my feet.

"What do you want…" She mumbled, groaning and flipping so she was facing away from me and snuggled further into her blankets.

"I'm up for school and you're going to be late for work."

Her blankets flew forward and she looked stricken. "Shit!" She scrambled and started throwing off her clothes and I watched in amusement as she grabbed jeans and throwing a shirt on. "I really need James; he knows he's my own trusty alarm clock." She paused and looked at me; winking. "If you know what I mean."

I made a disgusted face, repulsed at her sexual innuendo. "You're disgusting."

She smiled, and fluttered about piling clothes upon her in heavy amounts as if a blizzard was outside.

"It's not that cold outside."

"Oh, well, tell me that when you step out and get pelted with rain in the morning."

"I'm walking."

She laughed, letting out an extremely bubbly laugh; her hands skimming through her hair and grabbing it for a pony tail. Her brown eyes watched me as I leaned in the doorway.

"I hope you get thoroughly soaked; make sure to take your shoes off outside when you come home."

She brushed pass me, walking with a bounce in her step, even though she just woke up. It confused me greatly; maybe thinking about Dad got her happy.

Eww.

I really did not need to make that be the subject of my morning. Oh great, I'm going to be thinking about it all the way to the school. Bringing my hands to the straps of my backpack I began the descent downstairs, hearing Mom fiddling around in the kitchen which was most likely some kind of tea that had a weird name. She had a thing for tea with exotic names; don't ask me why, she just does.

Putting my hand on the door frame, bits of white paint flecked off into my palm. I pulled my hand back, rubbing my hand together with a straight line on my lips while I watched the amount spread across my skin and fall to the worn wood floor.

"I keep forgetting to ask… but how old is this house?"

She turned my way with a mug in her hands, her eyes looking to the ceiling to seemingly asking for the answer. Her lips were pursed while thinking. "Honestly; I don't know. James would most likely know, or you could ask the neighbors…" She paused, looking at me. "Well… hell if I know."

I watched her, and then looked at the clock on the microwave; about thirty minutes was left till school. Stretching my hand over my head and yawning. "I guess I'll ask him when he gets here. That's going to be a few weeks from now since he's still working; I don't see why he stays up there though." I grumbled the last part under my breath and Mom's eyes snapped up; her eyes narrowing.

"He's staying up there to get us enough money to live our life. You need to learn that and stop acting like he's just leaving us here to be stranded." Mom's face was hard and cold and that ultimately made me shrink back.

I moved to leave, uttering the word 'sorry' before I ran out, slipping on my shoes in the process, and letting cold air to rush into the house as the door creaked. I shivered in response and hopped down the steps in a fast pace, creating a sense of urgency to my walk to the school. My feet stepped in puddles; my ropers keeping the water out, but the bottom of my jeans were thoroughly weighed down by water.

I really miss my old home; the worst thing you would run into in the haying fields was a snake or a hole that you stepped in. I sighed and hunched over, rubbing my upper arms to regain a type of heat to them.

My brown hair whipped around me with the wind that hit me. Why oh why did we move here in the middle of winter? It was a stupid idea to get used to the climate here in the middle of the winter. I let out a shuddering breath; walking a bit faster and hoping that the heaters were on at the school.

I stepped in a large puddle, lost in my thoughts of welcoming heat. I let out a shuddered gasp, ice seemingly being hit into my foot.

"Mother…!" I whispered angrily, grunting the curse at the end as I looked at my pants that had water halfway up my shin. The school was only a ten minute walk from the house, letting the walk be quick and less grueling to my cold body. The temperature was strange compared to the slight heat that was always surrounding me. I practically stayed indoors for most of the winter time and surrounded myself in schoolwork.

I mostly did that because I'm not much of a talker unless I know the person I'm speaking to.

The school was in view and my thoughts began the great leap of heaters again, oh, the wonderful heaters. I sighed and hurried my pace to cross the street only to almost get hit by a truck. I leaped back and waited for it to slow down… nope. That caused some confusion as I looked both ways now and walked across the street; grabbing the straps of my backpack and hefting it so it got higher onto my back.

I tried to shrink into a smaller person to try and not be noticeable as I made my way through the parking lot, but that did not work at all. Everyone was staring, and honestly; I hated it. I felt highly uncomfortable. I felt like everyone was trying to stab me with their thoughts. I cringed when I heard people yell at me.

"Hey new girl!"

"Whoa! New girl is soaked!"

"What's your name?!"

"Where you from?!"

That's what most of the people said and most likely were thinking, unless they didn't care or were preoccupied with not hitting me with their cars. Talking about that person that almost hit me, I wonder who that was.

I hurried inside of the building, trying to avoid just about everyone till I found the office. When I did find it, it was small, with folding chairs and a woman sitting at a desk while flipping through some papers. Colorful flyers decorated the main desk; the rest of the room was silent except for the loud ticking of the clock.

Stepping up to the desk, I waited for the woman to notice me. The sound of the clock loud as an elephant in my already pounding ears. My fingers were white from clutching the shoulder straps. The one thing I was completely thankful in this awkward you don't know I'm here but I'm here and this is awkward for me, and it's about to get awkward for you when you notice me; was the heaters in the room. True they weren't turned up extremely high, but I was thankful in every way.

"Excuse me Ms. Cope, I need my schedule." I gulped thinking I may have gotten her mixed up with the nameplate on the counter for someone else.

"Oh, of course!" Her eyes met mine with a kind look, but she still frightened me. Most people that I didn't know well were only nice to get something. So I immediately repelled from her and my grip tightened on my backpack. She eyed me curiously and looked me up and down in an ordinary small town fashion. "I'm guessing your Theo Rein"

I nodded quickly and she pushed a paper on the desk along with some books, causing me to step forward and snatch them quickly.

"You best not be so jumpy, enjoy your day; you'll get lots of attention and new friends." She smiled.

I did not want lots of attention.

"Yes Ma'am." I squeaked letting myself hurry out.

Alright, my locker was near the English class, as written down here. Okay, locker seventy-eight... Seventy-eight… There you are! I about skipped to it until someone slid in front of my gaze, causing me to stop my happy smile. It was a boy with a cheeky smile and happy face. Not another one! He's most likely wanting something.

"My names Mike Newton, Nice to meet you!"

"Theo..." I gulped and sidestepped him going to my locker and opening it to dump my books.

"Are you shy? Cause there's no need to." He said, about scaring me when I closed my locker door. My heart was racing a mile a minute; thumping fast in my ears. He was smiling and his arms were crossed, trying to look careless. Why, oh why was he trying this with me?

"I'm sorry… but I'm not looking for a boyfriend." I blurted quickly and he turned completely pale.

"Talk about spot on." I hear a chuckle and snort from behind me and I let my eyes glance in that direction to see a completely buff beautiful person with a blonde woman who looked drop dead gorgeous. Honestly, everyone scared me, so beautiful people were even more threatening. A burst of fear swept over me and when I get scared, I get sick and a strange sensation happens in my lower stomach; equal to that of a rock being dropped in my stomach.

"Oh... okay... I'll guess I'll see you around." Mike muttered, leaving me in a rush. I looked down at my schedule, leaning against my locker a wave of embarrassment in cutting him off like that…Well, nothing I could do about it now.

My first class was English, alright good, I liked English, maybe everyone would be in the middle of an assignment and I could read. Yeah that would be great.

Needless to say, I did not get to read. Mr. Berty was a horrible teacher. He looked at me and told me to sit next to some kid who looked about ready to pee himself or puke; I don't know, he just looked sick to me. I was told to write an assignment on where I had lived to make up the assignment they were doing at the moment. Mr. Jefferson's class was alright, even though I'm not much into politics, his class was mainly a hub for talking about how one could be the president and whether or not they would put Kool-Aid water fountains over America as the president. I had a study period after that in which I was given permission to roam the halls to get acquainted with the school and to be able to find all of my classes.

I was getting better at my fear of meeting new people, and my heartbeat had certainly calmed down; although a wave of fear almost always crashed over me when I saw one of those people who were extremely pretty. I made sure to stay away from them in the halls.

Now it was lunch, where the menu was serving a sandwich that most of the turkey had fat in it and was hard to chew. So I mainly stuck to the chicken nuggets they had and various parts of the salad bar that I liked.. which was mainly olives, ya know; the good ones you stick on your fingers and act like an alien when your little. Yeah; those good ones. I was now at a great point in my career of being the new girl, the lunch table seating.

Oh the horror.

I could see Mike being happy, then glum when he saw me. I almost stepped forward to sit next to him and try to apologize; but one of those pretty people were there. She was of course…pretty, and had a short haircut and a smoking hot man at her side. I seriously could see the steam coming off of them. Someone really had good genetics when they decided to make those people.

A snort followed my thought in the loud lunchroom, yet I still hear it; being that I was hyper sensitive to everything here. It was a man with of course; nice features, and an equally pretty girl next to him. But she was different from him and those other people who had pale skin and strange eyes, he noticed that I jerked my head when he snorted, and of course he began a stare off; not really wanting to have that kind of staring right now, I wrinkled my nose and sat down at an empty table. No longer concerned with my so called new girl status.

Those pale kids bothered me greatly, and I always felt a sense of danger whenever I was around them. It's as if my body was screaming, get away right now!

I chewed on a chicken nugget, thinking quietly about that group of pale people that I threw in a lot together. Maybe their related? The skin obviously gives off that thought… But I had seen a few of them sharing intimate moments. Maybe step brothers and sisters? But how would that explain the paleness? Maybe they didn't go outside much? That could be it; the sun must not be hitting these people and causing strange mutations.

I frowned at that thought. Mutations? That's just plain mean to think about! I finished my lunch and stood up to get to my class early, my green bag hanging off my right shoulder in a content way, maybe like a monkey swinging off my shoulder! That caused a smile to spring forth from my lips.

History… Was empty when I got there, except for the teacher eating from a tuber wear container. It was a normal looking class to me, filled with posters and diagrams of history playing out. The air was filled with the quiet sounds of her chewing on her lunch slowly as it looked like she was grading papers. I looked around curiously, poking around the history books about World War two and several wars before that.

"Oh! I didn't see you there." She said in surprise, causing me to jump at her sudden voice. I stared at her from the back of the room with frightened eyes. "Sorry, for surprising you. You can sit anywhere you want, there's no assigned seats in my class; even if someone says so." She said with a smirk at the end of her sentence.

I nodded quickly and sat down near to where I was standing, the chair making a small squeak as I pulled it back a bit to set my bag by my foot.

"So... Where are you from?" The teacher asked from in front of me, her body filled with curiosity. She held a sense of trust, and I felt drawn to it.

"I'm from Montana."

She smiled happily. "My name is Tiana, but everyone calls me Ms. Jones."

"Theo Rein ma'am."

"I know it's in your nature to be polite, but no need to say ma'am." Her voice reeked confidence and trust. "You can call me anything but that, I feel like an old hag when people call me that."

The small joke pulled me further out of my shell and I offered a shy smile while tilting my head to let parts of my hair to fall into my face.

The moment was broken quite quickly when the bell rang and Ms. Jones groaned and straightened up in her seat, fiddling with the computer next to her, the projector on the wall lighting up with a click of a remote. Thank god a video… I don't think I would like to have too much homework when I get home, I'd rather just work on the English assignment.

Floods of people piled in and a girl with black hair sat next to me, and she didn't seem nervous to sit next to me. I; being the foolish person I am, I sat in the seat closet to the aisle. Sadly, one of those pretty people sat next to me across the aisle. Fear washing over me in a great amount, I shivered at the feeling and tried to keep my eyes forward as Ms. Jones explained the video about the Vietnam war, it was to fill up the class period and would show some actual footage and photos of it.

Once it started, I was getting curious looks from those who were straying from the video. Causing myself to slink into my seat further, I hated being watched. I looked over to my side and bristled at seeing the pale guy staring at me; I returned his stare, feeling curiosity overwhelming my fear at the moment. Why was he so pale? I mean I get it that this place is known for rain, but everyone else compared to complexion looked like a tomato. I watched as he quirked an eyebrow and moved slightly quickly, causing me to get frightened and draw back from his stare and look at the front of the room to the video. When I glanced back at him a few minutes later, he was staring at me with a returned curiosity.

Kicking a rock on the side of the road while walking home, I thought about the previous hours in class. Nothing great happened and I made no friends so far. Ms. Jones was nice, but she was just a teacher. Teachers don't help you with your fears, they help you with homework.

I sighed and held onto my backpack with loose hands. After that pale guy who looked at me in History for a while, several pale people were around at all times, it was weird. I would be looking at the instruments in my last class and there would be the guy I saw with the girl. I learned his name was Edward while in the Band room; since I was near the trumpet girls while they gossiped about him and Bella? Maybe Bella was the girl sitting next to him next to lunch. I nodded and decided that was it; maybe they were together? I looked around and spotted the slowly collapsing sea foam green house, my footsteps were heavy and I felt like I had lead weighing down the soles.

Running my hands through my wet hair, I stepped inside the house; wiping my shoes on the door mat and setting them beside the door with Mom's shoes and two umbrellas.

"I'm home!" I yelled.

Silence drifted through the house as I closed the door and made my way into the kitchen; finding a note taped to the brown cabinets.

Might be late home from work, I'll check with the supermarket and see if you can get a job there, so I might be late. There's some frozen pizza in the freezer, don't bother making me any.

P.S Hope you got soaked.

I grumbled at the last part and proceeded to heat up my dinner, my stomach growling with hunger. Leaning on the counter, I tapped my fingers on my crossed arms, yawning and thinking of how to write that English assignment.

I could try and be ballsy and write in huge letters that its full of mountains and grass… No, that'd just make the teacher hate me and give me harder work. Although Ms. Jones was nice; and she helped make me more comfortable at school. The secretary was not oblivious to everything like the one at my old school; she seemed like a good judge of character and was trying to help everyone fit in.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Startled, I opened the microwave door and shimmied my bag higher on my shoulder, climbing the stairs with the plate cradled into my chest. My door was thankfully open, yet the rock looked like it was slightly moved so I poked it with my foot till it was in the position.

Taking a deep breath, I set the plate onto my desk in the corner of the room. Taking off my backpack and hanging it onto the back of my wooden chair, and sitting down with a great sigh and relaxed position as I leaned my head back, the wood touching the back of my head.

"I hate being shy." I muttered under my breath.

Angry man comes into the next chapter, so don't worry!

Thanks for reading

P.S Gold star for anyone who notices the Everybody Hates Chris reference!