It was the first day of school. Aria was a bit nervous, but she quickly pushed down the feeling and continued getting dressed.
An old pair of jeans, her favorite pair, even though there was a growing rip across the right knee. One of Chase's old tees, a fading Metallica shirt. Flannel, boots, jacket. Quickly brushed hair in a ponytail. It didn't take her as long as she'd thought.
Chase was slightly more on edge. People were douches, and she and Aria didn't react well to douches. She just hoped that neither one of them would have a reason to break someone's nose. That never ended well.
She slowly pulled on her favorite shirt, a Guns N' Roses tour shirt that had belonged to her mom, and some jeans. She struggled to pull on her boots without pulling her stitches, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Give me a minute!" She yelled, trying harder to reach her foot.
"I can help you put those on if you want." Dean's voice carried through the door. "I know how sucky putting on shoes can be with stitches." He continued. Chase paused and considered his offer.
"Fine. Thanks." She said shortly and sat back a bit on the bed as her dad came in. He knelt before her and took up her foot in his lap.
"Nice boots." He commented.
"Thanks." She replied slowly. She remembered her mom tying her shoes just like this, back when she was just a little kid. Teaching her how to make the knots.
"Do you want to drive or do you want me to take you?" Dean asked, drawing his daughter out of her head and back into the real world. The offer was his awkward attempt at being fatherly, and it made both of them uncomfortable. Chase laughed quietly.
"I'll drive." She said, and Dean smiled a bit, knowing he would want to do the same thing.
"Okay. I made eggs for breakfast. They're in the kitchen when you're ready." Dean stood up.
"Thanks." Chase nodded, and began braiding her hair behind her ear. After Dean left, she glanced in the mirror.
"Great. I only look a little bit like a delinquent. " She groaned under her breath. "Let's do this."
"You've got blood on your jeans." Aria commented.
"Shit." Chase mumbled through a mouthful of eggs, looking away from the road to scratch at the reddish mark on her lower thigh. Aria laughed and dug back into the paper plate of food resting in her lap. Chase swallowed and looked over at Aria.
"You've got mud on your sleeve." She fired back, and it was Aria's turn to curse while Chase chuckled under her breath, attention once again on the road. She had washed her car last night, and the deep red paint glinted in the sunlight. It put her in a good mood. They were going to be fine. This was going to be alright. Aria shifted in her seat and reached for the radio, which began to blare Lynyrd Skynyrd. Both girls immediately began singing along.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Oh, my baby's gone with the wind again…
They reached the parking lot, which was filled with cars and people. The deep rumble of the Charger's engine turned heads and people stared as Chase swung the muscle car into a parking space. The girls stepped out onto the pavement, and Chase smirked when people elbowed each other and pointed.
This might actually be fun.
The school was pretty big. About 3,000 kids. The biggest one for hundreds of miles. They had picked it on purpose, in hopes that they wouldn't stick out as much. The girls were filed in the school records as Chase and Aria Winchester, sisters from Lebanon who were living with their father and his brother. Their mother had died in a car crash five years ago. Chase was sixteen, a junior, and Aria was a fourteen year old freshman.
They visited the office in search of their schedules, as they had missed orientation. The lady at the desk eyed them cautiously, eyes running over their shirts and muddy shoes.
"Here. Feel free to ask anyone for directions if you need help finding a class." Her tone held slight disapproval, barely covered with forced kindness. Chase half smirked.
"Oh we will. Thank you so much for your help." She kept her voice even, overly sweet, and filled with subtle sarcasm. Aria elbowed her, but thankfully the secretary didn't have the brainpower to catch onto the fact that Chase was mocking her. The girls left the office.
"This is it." Aria started.
"You'll be fine." Chase replied. "Just be yourself, and if no one likes you, don't worry. You always have your awesome older sister to hang out with."
"Aww, thanks, Chase. That makes me feel so much better."
"Don't mention it darling. Find me at lunch." Chase said with a wave, and turned on her heel, striding off to class.
Chase's walked into her first period, taking in the rows of kids and noting the exits. The teacher was older, with white hair combed over the top of his hair. There were smile lines around his eyes and his belly stuck out a bit. He looked over at her from the front of the room, halfway through calling role. The students turned to look at her, and she stood up straighter, tensing a bit. The teacher broke the silence.
"You must be Chase. Welcome to Riverview High School." He greeted in a deep tone.
"Didn't see any rivers on the drive here. The name's a bit misleading." She replied with an easy smile. The class laughed collectively, and the teacher smiled.
"Ah, a sarcastic one. I'm Mr. Ford. You can sit next to Genevieve." He said, gesturing to an open seat next to a girl with a wild mane of curly red hair. Chase nodded in thanks and slid into her seat as Mr. Ford continued to read off names.
"Quite the entrance." The redhead, Genevieve, whispered to her.
"I try." Chase replied shortly with a grin. The other girl smiled back. Chase decided that she liked her.
"So where are you from?" Genevieve continued.
"Currently? Lebanon." Chase replied quietly as she grabbed a pencil out of her backpack. Genevieve nodded and looked up at Mr. Ford, who had pulled up a picture on the board and was now explaining their next activity.
"I want all of you to look at this picture and write an interpretation of what it means to you. It can be a poem, a story, an essay. I'm giving you the whole period, so make it a masterpiece." He stated simply, voice carrying across the classroom. Chase looked at the painting. A woman was facing a giant dog with black fur, glowing red eyes, and a huge mouth full of short teeth. The lady looked terrified.
Chase blinked before looking away from the picture and rubbing absently at her still-healing stomach. Of all pictures to choose from…
She pulled out a slip of paper, scrawling her name across the upper corner and beginning to write.
She hadn't expected the story to go the direction it did, but it ended up being a slightly altered version of what had happened in Nebraska. She ended the story right as the main character was cornered by the beast, trapped with no weapon, staring into the thing's red eyes.
The bell rang, and they all passed up their papers. Chase zipped up her plain grey backpack and swung it over her shoulder, moving quickly out of the classroom. That hadn't been as bad as she had originally thought.
The packed halls freaked her out majorly. People bumped against her, pushing and shoving, much too close for her liking. She could feel her heart speed up as her instincts screamed for her to make a run for it. She fought them down, though, and continued on to her next class.
PE.
"This is going to be loads of fun." She grumbled.
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