Chapter 2
I shot up instantly, taking rapid breaths, feeling beads of sweat trickling down my forehead. Sharply, I whipped my head around, to find out where I was now. Then I realised. I recognised those deep, dull turquoise walls and those dark wooden floorboards since I had moved here, to Mystic Falls. I combed my hand through my bonze hair and exhaled deeply.
"God." I huffed to myself. I flopped back on to my pillow staring up at the clear white ceiling. I then heard a creek at the door as the floorboards squeaked. I glanced up to see my dad.
"Morning. Skylar." He spoke softly. "Ready to start a fresh new day at your new school?" Crap. I forgot I was to start another new school today. My dad sat at the edge of my bed, with hopeful eyes. I missed my hold school and friends back in England, but I couldn't upset my dad any more than he already was. I nodded,
"I guess." I gave the best smile I could, but the corner of my lips barley lifted. My dad pattered me on the leg.
"Honey, don't be like that." I looked at my plain bed sheets. I loved my dad, Jason. It had just been me and him for while actually, so he was all I had. "You'll make plenty of new friends! I know it! Now c'mon, we got to have some breakfast!" He tried to lighten the mood, but my expressions stayed the same. I hated to down heart him though, so pulling my usual fake smile, I pulled the duvet off.
"Your right dad. I'll be totally fine….Meet you down stairs." He instantly lit up and jumped off the bed.
"That's what I like to hear!" He chuckled walking towards the door. "Now, be quick, school starts in 30 minutes." I placed my bare feet on the cold ground and stretched until my muscles cracked. I made my way across the black fluffy rug, towards the wardrobe but I stopped in front of the mirror. I hated what stood before me. I saw a twig-like figure with no curves to show off anywhere. I wasn't 'developed' like most girls. A lot of them had beautiful curves and big chests…but with me…nothing. I hadn't even….started yet. My wild bronze hair was knotted and tangled. My almost black eyes were droopy from my lack of sleep, with black circles under my lids. My pretty full lips were dry and pale from dehydration. I looked a total wreck .I spread open my wardrobe doors to reveal my half empty collection of clothes. I huffed in irritation. I slipped on a red vest top with glowing pearl buttons for decoration. I put on my skinny jeans and slid a thick silver belt through the loops. The floorboards creaked eerily as I made my way to the bathroom down the hall. Unfortunately, I was greeted by my reflection as I dragged a brush through my hair. My brown locks had always been slightly wavy, which was an upside. I plugged in the straightener and pulled it through my fringe. It slightly went in to my eyes, but I didn't care. Why should I care about my appearance anyway? I didn't bother with makeup. I never did because I absolutely despised makeup. No, I Loathed it. I only wore a little bit for special occasions, but seriously, what was the point in it? Your face is not a colouring book is it!? I waltzed back in to my bedroom and pulled on my knee-high leather wedge boots and grabbed by mini shoulder bag. It used to be my mums, and I took it everywhere I went. It was brown and quite a saggy old thing and it had different coloured feathers and "spiritual" key-chains hanging off it. My um used to be a hippy type of girl, believed in your spiritual animal guardian stuff. But I loved my bag...her bag. I jumped down stairs and into the kitchen. I saw my dad attempting to multi ask with the coffee and toast. His failing efforts made me chuckle load enough for him to notice me stood in the door way.
"I was wondering when you would decide to come down, Sky!" My dad kind of shouted over the whistling kettle. I chuckled again. "Breakfast is almost ready." He called. I glanced at the time.
"Actually, I've got to get going if I'm going to make it time, but," I reached for an apple in the fruit bowl on the island in the centre of the room. "I'll also but something at school. Love you dad." I skipped over to him and planted a kiss on his cheek.
"Love you too my sweet."
I walked towards the front door, but stopped in front of the huge oak cabinet with glass doors. I glanced at something special inside the cabinet. It was cameo necklace, which again, used to be my mothers. It was a stunning light blue colour with the typical white lady face on it. There was a golden frame surrounding it, which was a type of leafy patterned frame. The chain was a darker shade of gold and symmetrical on either side, was a single pearl. The cameo charm itself was quite big. I opened the glass doors and very carefully took it out of its blue velvet box. I studied it again, with all its glory. I then clipped it around my neck. I loved it. But not on me. I didn't have a high self-esteem. But I never did. I glanced at the time again. Shit! I bolted out the door, it slam behind me. Dad told me the Mystic Fall high was walking distance. I sure hopped it was! As I scurried along the narrow pavement, a huge silky feathered bird swooped passed me, inches from my face. I let out a shriek, after clapping my hands over my mouth. Damn crow...Crow! What is with crows! First my dream, now this!? But the thought of my dream made me think of Damon. Damon Salvatore. Who was he? Real? Just in my dream? I carried on walking, but stopped mid-step at the feeling of someone's eyes on me. Cautiously, I turned my head and saw a distant tall figure at the other end of the path. I couldn't see them, but I knew their eyes were on me, staring directly in my direction. I whipped my head back around and picked up my pace a little. Mystic Falls was already starting to freak me out. Weird dreams, weird birds, weird…weirdoes. I slowly peered over my shoulder and saw nothing. Just me. I let out a humourless laugh as I continued my quest to get to Mystic falls high.
I finally managed to make it to school. After an interesting start to my morning, I let out a sigh of relief. I walked across the school car park, passing by other students who rudely stared and some, even wolf-whistling. I felt anger boil in my system as I passed a bunch of plastic, bleach blonde sluts with the most ridiculously short cheerleading skirts ever, as they sniggered at me behind my back. I turned back to them and gave them an evil 'step away' glare, which instantly whipped their grins off there orange faces. I found myself in the school reception, gathering text books and folders from the women at the desk. She looked as shitty as I did. Her face was covered in wrinkles and her lips where one thin line. I didn't bother asking about her day like a polite person would. I took my stuff, got a map of the school, my locker number and a whole bunch of other stuff. I struggled to my locker and shoved everything in. Sure enough, I would need to get this crap out again, but I really, I couldn't be bothered to carry all this around. I squeezed past people in the tight hallway, sometimes, I had to barge them hard to get through them. I bitterly cursed under my breath as childish idiots shoved each other, causing some kind of avalanche. I pushed through a gang of tough jockey's but got caught in the middle of their circle. They chewed on their gum loudly and I caught a few travelling eyes. A muscular hand gentle grabbed my waits and another wolf-whistle, but I brushed the hand off and was suddenly met by an attractive blue-eyed boy.
"Hey, there!" His kind voice broke out. He had a delicate smile on his face which made it all the more welcoming to talk to him. "Are you lost? You look new here."
"Oh, hi! Umm…yeah I'm a bit lost. I tried my map but it was pretty useless. Do you think you could tell me where…Mr Saltzman's class room is?" I had to stop mid-sentence to check my time table. His eyes lit up.
"I'm about to head there too!" Now my eyes lit up.
"Great! Do you mind if I walk with you there?" I asked hopefully.
"Sure, that's totally fine. I'm Matt by the way. Matt Donovan." He held out his hand to shake, and I gripped it firmly, cracking a few of his knuckles accidently.
"I'm Skylar. Skylar Verbend." I smiled sweetly.
"Wow, Skylar, that's quite the grip you got there. Stronger than some of the boys on my team actually." He joked. I giggled as we began walking.
"I'm sorry! The strength is a family thing. Did I hurt you?" I apologized.
"No, no, no, I'm fine really!" He said, patting me on the back.
"Well, back in England, I always one the arm wrestling contests." I playfully punched his arm.
"England! Yeah, I was gonna mention about your accent! It's awesome!" My cheeks went a little pink.
"Thank you, Matt. You Americans have a pretty cool accent your selves." I complimented. Matt chuckled.
"No, seriously, if I had your accent, I wouldn't shut up!" I liked Matt already. He seemed…genuine…sweet. We went up a flight of stairs before stopping inside a classroom. I looked about and saw students throwing paper airplane and spit balls at each other. A couple were hid in the corner of the classroom, almost eating each other's faces.
"Eugh, get a room." I muttered under my breath.
"So…pick a seat, Skylar." I jolted as he said my name.
"Umm…" Suddenly, a beautiful slender girl skipped over from her seat. I studied her. She had perfect chestnut hair which fell in straight lines and her flawless olive skin made her chocolate doe eyes stand out above her cute button nose and full rosey lips. Her lean, thin body made me already hate her with jealousy. She was what every girl wanted to look like.
"Hey, Matt!" She sang through her dazzling smile.
"Hey, Elena," He drew out her name. The way he looked at her was so easy to read. He had some kind of crush on Elena. It was obvious. "This is Skylar, she's just moved here from England." Elena turned her heart shaped face to me.
"Hi! I'm Elena Gilbert, welcome to Mystic Falls! How do you like it here so far?" She looked deep in to my depressing dull eyes. Though. Hard. Lonely. Hopeless.
"I love it! Everyone's been so nice!" Damn! Was I a convincing liar? I should have told her what I really thought but Elena looked like the type of girl that could use a bit of good news right now-like me.
"That's great! I'm sure you and I will get along fine!" Elena gave me a cute smile. I already liked her-like I already liked Matt. "Class is starting soon so don't forget your textbooks!" The second she mentioned 'textbooks' I face palmed myself.
"Crap! I put mine in my locker!" I groaned.
"Oh, do you want me to come with you?" Elena said helpfully.
"Oh no, no, no, no, I don't want you to get in trouble for being out of class, but thank you so much for the offer, Elena!" I scurried down the empty hall and looked for my locker. There! Found it! I quickly spun the dial to crack open the little door. There they were! In all their educational glory! Hurray for learning (!) I let out a sigh. Now it was time for some real studying. Time to attend class and learn more about this place. I slammed the locker shut, with a stack of folders in one hand, textbooks in the other.
Suddenly, I crashed in to something hard, knocking me backwards in to the lockers, the folders and books falling from my hands. I screwed my eyes shut, waiting for the crash of the books. But I heard nothing. I slowly opened them, one at a time to someone towering over me. He had honey hair and misty eyes. He looked about in his early 30's.
"Woah, are you ok?" I looked at his hands to see him holding all of my books I had dropped. I looked at him in amazement. I nodded and rubbed my head from the crash of the lockers.
"I think so, yeah." I laughed at my clumsiness. "Oh my God, thank you! How did you catch all that stuff!?" I breathed.
"It was nothing really," he smirked. "I'm Mr Saltzman, the history teacher, you must me new." He mused.
"Yeah, um…I'm Skylar Verbend." I was about to reach out to shake his hand, before realising his hands were full.
"Verbend, huh? That's interesting last name…" I fused my eyebrows together.
"How come? I just think it's a weird last name to be honest."
"Verbend is Latin for vervain, you know that flower right?" He questioned.
"Never heard of that flower?" His eyes widened.
"Never he-well maybe I could give you a bit of it to protect you from—0it's a little purple flower…yeah. It's a flower." He interrupted himself.
"What? What were you talking about it protects you from-" He now interrupted me.
"We should get to class…I'm guessing you're in my history right?" I nodded, taking a pile of my books from his hands and headed back to the class room with Mr Saltzman.
