First Day

I woke up and got all my things. I got dressed and ready for my dad to drive me to school.

"Ready dad!" I called.

"Okay, honey, let's go!" he called back.

I ran down the stairs and got in my dad's blue truck.

"Excited?" he asked.

"Nervous is more like it." I responded.

"Oh, Ellie, I'm sure it'll be fine." He said.

"Right." I said sarcastically.

We arrived then at Forks High School, Home of the Spartans. Joy. It wasn't much and looked really old.

"Bye. I love you." Said my dad.

"Love you, too! Bye." I responded.

I got out of the car and went up to the school entrance. I closed my eyes and opened the door with a deep breath.

"Hi, there! You're my new neighbor, right?" said this red-headed boy who came out of nowhere.

"Umm, maybe. My name's…"

"Elizabeth, right?" he interrupted.

"Ellie." I corrected.

"Sorry, so Ellie, my name's Roger."

"Roger? Really?"

"What? Don't like my name?"

"Just déjà vu is all."

"Oh, okay." He kept walking beside me. "Need help getting to your first class?"

"Yeah, actually, thanks."

He helped me get to my biology class with just enough time to get to his class.

Great. I was alone again. I sat down next to this black haired girl. Of course, she immediately went to talk to me.

"Hi, umm, you're that girl that moved next door, right?" she asked.

"Probably…"

"I think you are!" she said.

"Maybe, so what's your name?" I asked.

"Samantha." She asked, "What's yours?"

"I'm Ellie, but wait, your name's Samantha? Are you serious?"

I couldn't believe it! The two names I had dreamed would be my neighbors were actually my neighbors.

"Why are you so surprised at my name?" she asked nervous.

"Nothing, umm, I knew a Samantha before, that's all." I lied.

The bell rang at that moment.

I left the class alone. There were all these kids looking at me as I walked down the long hallway completely lost. Nobody knew who I was or where I had come from, except like two people who lived next to me. What were their names? Samantha and…

Roger!

Wait, hadn't this happened before? Stupid déjà vu.

* * *

"Hey, do you have lunch next?" Samantha had caught up with me.

"Uh, yeah, I think." I responded.

We walked into the cafeteria, full of people. I sat down at Samantha's table.

"Hey! I'm Mikayla!" said this blonde girl. "Are you new? What's your name?"

"Umm, yes I'm new and my name's Ellie." I said.

"So, nice hair." She said.

Why is that always the second thing out of everyone's mouth. Almost, sounding sarcastic but like they are not trying to be mean. They sound mostly shocked or stunned.

"Thanks."

Yeah, I'm sure my hair is different by why does everyone make a big deal about it. My hair was light brown with natural blonde highlights but three years ago I grew bored of my hair. So, I got something different done to it. I got multi-colored streaks in my hair. Like two purple streaks, three green streaks, one pink streak, two orange ones, and one red streak. My dad freaked when he saw it the first time but he got used to it, maybe even liked it slightly.

Suddenly, through the doors of the cafeteria, seven people walked in. Looking very different from other people. Looking alike yet different in their own group. They looked like outcasts, like me. The seven all looked alike in this way, they all were pale, and had perfect almost angelic faces. The three girls were different, one had a pixie-like face and brown spiky hair going in every which direction. The other had long blonde hair and was the girl that every other girl hates because of her perfection. The other girl had long, brown hair and was absolutely beautiful. They all had hone brown eyes. The four guys were really… something. One had short, golden-brown hair and it stood up in the front. The other had blonde hair going in every which direction. And the third one was really tall and muscular. He had really short, black hair. And the last one looked about the same age as the golden-brown haired guy. He had shorter blonde hair and did what the rest of them did, sat there with full trays of food, not saying a word. All but one suddenly got up and threw their trays out and the golden-brown haired guy looked at me, almost mystified and the short, blonde haired one made a face and walked past me faster than I thought possible. Then, they all left together. I went back to finish my food when the bell ran. I couldn't believe I had spent that much time looking at them, how embarrassing! Samantha walked with me to class, my next class was Spanish, how fun. The teacher talked about verbs in the past tense, I think, I wasn't sure, for I was still thinking about the outcasts from lunch.

"Elizabeth?" the teacher said.

"Huh? What?" I responded, started.

"Pay attention! You're two weeks behind already since you just moved here… can you please try to learn something, in this class?" she said rudely.

What was her problem?

The bell rang. I noticed I had been daydreaming yet again. Had I really been spacing for an hour now?

* * *

I was walking in the hallway alone for the first time today. Suddenly two boys flew past me and I lost my balance and almost fell and dropped everything. Out of nowhere, someone grabbed my backpack and pulled me back to stability. I turned to meet his eyes, his honey brown eyes.

"Are you alright?" said the blonde haired boy.

"Oh, yeah. I'm not usually clumsy, it's just I was spacing and those two boys caught me off guard." I responded.

Why am I talking so much?

"Alright." He said. "You're Ellie, right?"

"Yeah." I said.

We started walking to the exit.

"So you just moved here? From where?"

"I just moved here from Grand Forks."

"Oh? North Dakota? Why such a move?"

"My dad's in the army."

"And your mom?"

"Oh, umm, she passed away about five years ago from cancer."

"I'm so sorry!"

"No, it's alright."

A car honked. It was my dad but when he saw I was talking to someone he stopped honking.

"Is that your father?"

"Yeah, but hey, what's your name?"

"Sorry, my name's Aarin."

"Oh, well cool meeting you. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow alright?"

"Yeah. See ya."

I got in the car and we left the school, heading to the house.

"So, who was that?" my dad said.

"His name is Aarin." I responded.

"Aarin what?"

"I don't know. I didn't ask."

"Well, it doesn't matter, you're not aloud to talk to boys anyways." He said with a chuckle.

"Uh-huh dad, sure." I chuckled too.

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