2) Making Your First Impression

The sun had been shining when I left my hometown with my parents. We were moving so that my mom could be with my grandmother who was sick. I didn't want to leave my friends to become a different school's glistening new plaything. I would be alone.

"Don't worry Gwen. It's never as awkward as the movies say it is at a new school. You'll make lots of new friends and you'll be able to see your grandmother every day." My mom said as the scenery changed to dark forest. I rolled my eyes.

My grandmother and I had never gotten along because of my, "interesting", choice in books and fashion. She felt that a young lady had no business in embracing the supernatural and parading around in torn jeans and t-shirts. I always argued that she had loads of old books on "lycanthropy", whatever that was. When I brought up her books she'd stand up, mumble some old gypsy voodoo, and then lock herself in her room for the rest of the night. Needless to say, I was very unexcited.

It took us nearly 12 hours to reach Blackmoor, a little town that goes completely unnoticed by the rest of the world. It then took almost 3 hours for me to get settled into my room, which was the only room on the third floor. It wasn't even really a third floor, it was an attic. I didn't mind because it was quiet and had a lot of space.

After we finished moving into our new house, we went to visit my grandmother. It was business as always with her. She saw my clothes, threw a fit about my unladylike attire, and then locked herself in her room when I told her that I was dating a guy named Skids that thought he was a vampire. I thought it was funny, but my mom did not. Once she managed to coax her mother out and calmed her down, we left for home and I immediately fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up at the crack of dawn, hoping that I'd be able to convince myself that I'd make it through the day. I put on a gray fleece sweatshirt and, of course, my ripped jeans. My mom was downstairs making breakfast when I finally got down the stairs.

"Come have something to eat kiddo! It's nice and hot, and it helps you stay alert during class." She said as if she'd been rehearsing what she'd say for this moment.

" Mom, I… I don't do breakfast mom." I hadn't meant to sound like it meant nothing to me, but her face fell as she turned back to the stove and I knew that's how she took it.

"But, it means a lot to me that you're making the effort mom. I really appreciate it." I said trying to apologize somehow without actually saying it.

" I have to go mom or I'll be late. I love you…" I added. She didn't respond, she never did. She hadn't replied with a single, " I love you", since I was nine.

The day was turning out just as I had expected, terribly. Students stared, teachers showed me off to their classes, and everyone seemed to have something to ask me. Where am I from, what school did I go to, is it true that my grandma is a crazy old gypsy, is that your natural hair color?

I had recited the answers to these questions almost a thousand times until I was asked a question I hadn't been prepared for.

" Are you ambidextrous by any chance?" someone next to me asked. He had somewhat long, curly brown hair and dark blue eyes. He was you.

" Uh… what?" I asked. I was thrown off my train of thought as soon as I looked into those blue eyes.

" I have a "friend", that guy right there, that dreams of meeting a pretty girl that is ambidextrous. Don't ask why, the answer is gross. Trust me, just say no in a confused voice," you said quietly.

I turned to see whom you had been nodding towards. There was a lanky redheaded boy standing awkwardly next to a locker messing with a beanie. He caught my gaze and smiled crookedly, and then gave me the "sup" nod. I turned back to you with an odd look on my face.

"No?" I said, doing my best to sound truly perplexed.

You smiled. It nearly knocked the breath right out of me.

" Hopefully you'll be able to forget this awkward first meeting and give me a second chance." You said with a playful smile.

I won't forget. I'll never forget. It was the perfect way to meet you. And I know you remember too.

Everything goes black and seems to swirl around in my mind. I hear birds nearby and I feel the wind against my face. It's colder now, colder than the hallways at school. I am no longer at school. I am outside with a journal on my lap. Your journal, and I am awake now.

All righty everyone, again I do not own this material. All of the characters, places and events came from the wonderful movie The Wolfman. If you haven't seen the movie, that is just fine. Please comment, commenting is fun and it's a great finger work out. Make those fingers strong!