Btw this chapter starts from Melodies point of view and then switches to Lucy's. Please ignore any continuity errors (if you've been paying attention you will spot lots) please review, also I don't own vampire diaries (sniff)
Chapter 7
A tall boy with black hair comes into my room, he must be my cousin Tyler.
"Hi, I'm Melodie" I say
"Tyler" he extends a hand which I shake
"My mum told me about your parents, I'm sorry" he says
"Sorry about your dad" I reply
"Look I need to ask, have you . . . have you ever killed someone?"
"Have I ever killed someone? If I'd killed someone I would be in prison and why would I even want to kill someone!" I say
"Just asking" he says looking relived "Do you ever feel like really angry?"
"Not really" I say "Only when I get my physics problems wrong"
"That's good" he says smiling now "But don't like kill anyone"
"Not planning on it" I say as he exits the room. Wow that conversation was 5 different kinds of weird.
When I get home my mum isn't even there, I mean most parents would probably want to know how the first day of a new school in a new freaking country went and for the millionth time I wish I actually had a mother that cared. I have a shower and then make scrambled eggs on toast. I do some homework and then decide to read for a while. I fall asleep at midnight and my mum still isn't back. That night I dream about the same thing I always dream. I dream about the brown haired boy with the piercing green eyes and inhumanly pale skin, sometimes it even feels like he's real.
The next day I get up at 6 and find my mum downstairs finishing breakfast
"Where were you?" I shout
"At work" she replies
"You drag me halfway across the world to a new life, new town, new school and you can't even ask me how my first day was!"
"How was your first day" she says reading the paper
"You don't even care about me!" I shout "I know you wanted a boy but you could actually pretend to care about how I feel!"
"I have work to do!" she shouts back "Saving people's lives, I can't spend every minute attending to your every need"
"When was the last time you did that!" I reply "When was the last time you ask how I felt and meant it!"
My mum falters trying to think of the last time she did
"See you can't even remember! I'm going to eat breakfast upstairs" and grabbing some toast I go up to my room.
I read for about 10 minutes until I hear the door click and mum leave then I get ready for school. Pherenike is giving me a lift. I can drive but I have neither my license nor a car.
At 8.30 I get into Pherenike's car.
"You look stressed" she says pulling away from the curb
"It's my mum, she just doesn't care" I reply
"Tell me about it" says Pherenike rolling her eyes "My mum went to school at Mystic Falls high. She was like head cheerleader, prom queen, like miss popularity. She can't understand why I haven't followed in her footsteps"
"All my mum cares about is her work" I say bitterly "If you had to apply to be a parent she wouldn't have even got past the first interview"
We pull up at the school. We get out and I see Melodie getting out of her car at the other end of the parking lot. I wave to her and she starts walking over.
"Hey Melodie how are you?" I ask her
"Good" she replies though she looks nervous
"This is Pherenike" I say introducing them. They exchange hellos. Melodie is kinda about the same size as Pherenike, maybe a tad taller but she definitely looks a lot younger.
"So you're joining which year?" asks Pherenike
"Senior" Melodie replies "I'm 15 though"
"Wow you must be smart" I say "What do you have first?"
"Physics"
"Well I have to go meet up with someone" says Pherenike "I'll see you at lunch?"
"That would be nice" says Melodie smiling. I hear the bell so show Melodie to the office then go to registration. I have creative writing class next (one of the perks of American schooling, some of the classes are totally awesome!) I'm walking along when I bump into a blond girl. Images flash in front of my eyes as I stagger to my feet, my head dizzy.
"Are you okay?" she says reaching to help me
"Fine!" I squeak, not wanting to touch her.
I walk into class in a daze, something was defiantly wrong with me.
