Homecoming ch.2
The first thing I felt when I woke up the next morning was a tight knot of fear in my stomach. At first I didn't know why then I opened my eyes and remembered: today was my first day at my school.
The feeling wouldn't go away as I finally dragged myself out of bed and got into the shower however after I finished my shower and got back to my room I was presented with another challenge: what to wear and as I stared into my wardrobe I hadn't got a clue.
In London my dress sense had always been considered kind of edgy but cool but from the little bits I'd seen yesterday I had a feeling that what my friends back in London and I considered cool wasn't given as fashionable here at all. I finally decided on a long black skirt with a dark red t-shirt and a crocheted black cardigan which I teamed with my favourite black combat boots.
Once I'd plaited my thick dark curly hair into two plaits and applied a little eyeliner and mascara I threw a lip gloss into my bag which I'd packed the night before and headed downstairs for breakfast.
"Good morning sweetheart" my mum said as I entered the kitchen
"Mornin' mum" I replied as I kissed her on the cheek and shoved a piece of bread in to the toaster.
As I sat down next to Noah to butter my toast and pour myself a mug of coffee my dad stormed into the kitchen brandishing the newspaper.
"Do you know what this is? Do you know what this is?" he ranted as he slammed the newspaper down in front of my mum
"No honey but I'm sure you're going to tell me" she replied
"This" he said pointing furiously at the front page "is republicanism run amok!" He announced more to himself than anyone else. "Good morning family" he said as he plonked down into his seat at the head of the table.
"Mornin' dad" Noah and I mumbled trying to stifle our laughter as this was so typical of our dad.
"Mom" We all grimaced as Jake's familiar whine entered the room. "I can't find my shades anywhere!"
"Maybe they're up your ass 'cause your head spends enough time there" Noah quipped before my dad who clapped him round the back of his head with his newspaper.
"Noah that's enough!" My mum admonished before turning back to Jake "Now honey just sit down and eat your breakfast and we'll find them afterwards ok?"
"Fine" he grumbled as he sat down and gave Noah and I an evil glare
My mum finally sat down as well and we all ate in silence. I couldn't help looking round the table and noticing what a funny family group we all made. My brother Noah and I both had our father's dark colouring and thick curly hair.
I loved Noah more than anyone else in the world because he took no shit and didn't care what other people thought about him but was still nice at the same time. At our previous school he had never been as popular as Jake but very few people had a problem with him.
Jake was completely different. He had my mum's pale colouring with slightly helped blonde hair that hung in curtains around his baby blue eyes. He had real pretty boy looks and had played for the school soccer team at our old school. He had been on the popularity A list since freshman year and here as a senior he intended to rule the roost popularity wise.
Then I looked at my parents. Sometimes I didn't know how they'd ever got together. They seemed so different.
When I was younger my dad had always been cuddly old Daddy to me. Because he was a college professor he'd always been at home more than mum who was a senior assistant to the American ambassador in England. He'd always been on hand whatever the problem was. He was always the one to pick Jake up from Soccer practice and me from ballet. My Nana Lyman called him a house husband but I'd always said he wasn't because you couldn't work to do that and he always worked hard he was just always there. Also as his only little girl I'd been in a special position cherished position in the family and he'd always spoilt me rotten.
My mum on the other hand had never been such a pushover. She did an important job and although she'd never once missed a soccer match or a ballet recital or ducked out of a single family commitment she'd never been full in there like Dad had but now she'd decided that enough was enough and she was going to be a proper mum. I know what you're thinking "all well and good now we're 15 and 17 but better late than never was what we always said.
I was snapped back to real life by the sound of the doorbell ringing. I made my way to the door and after negotiating three different locks finally managed to open it but boy did I get a shock when I saw the person who was there.
It was Helena but. different. I knew it had only been just over a year since I last saw her but I hadn't expected her to change so much.
I remembered her as a small slightly chubby girl with mousy brown hair. This was entirely different.
She was now slightly taller and quite a bit thinner with blonde hair almost exactly the same colour as Jake's (Herbal Essences Golden Vanilla), swept back off her face and held back with sunglasses. She was wearing what Noah would call a strategically planned sun dress that I would say was more suited to the beach than school with Sketchers and a Jansport backpack.
"Ohmigod! I can't believe you're really here!!"
"Yeah well I am" I said trying to get used to this new more effusive version of Helena
"Let me just get my bag from the kitchen and we can go" I said beating a hasty retreat.
By the time I'd gone back to the kitchen picked up my patchwork shoulder bag, kissed my mum goodbye and got back to the front door Jake was there. He was wearing his chinos and blue shirt ever so stylishly with cool trainers and his sunglasses which he'd finally managed to locate in with the kitchen things pushed up on his head and I couldn't help thinking that together they looked rather like Barbie and Ken.
"Guys we should probably get going" I said. I didn't really want to but Helena had started furiously batting her eyelashes and if Jake leaned anymore against the porch frame it would probably collapse.
The flirting didn't let off as we started towards school.
This was going to be a very long day.
The first thing I felt when I woke up the next morning was a tight knot of fear in my stomach. At first I didn't know why then I opened my eyes and remembered: today was my first day at my school.
The feeling wouldn't go away as I finally dragged myself out of bed and got into the shower however after I finished my shower and got back to my room I was presented with another challenge: what to wear and as I stared into my wardrobe I hadn't got a clue.
In London my dress sense had always been considered kind of edgy but cool but from the little bits I'd seen yesterday I had a feeling that what my friends back in London and I considered cool wasn't given as fashionable here at all. I finally decided on a long black skirt with a dark red t-shirt and a crocheted black cardigan which I teamed with my favourite black combat boots.
Once I'd plaited my thick dark curly hair into two plaits and applied a little eyeliner and mascara I threw a lip gloss into my bag which I'd packed the night before and headed downstairs for breakfast.
"Good morning sweetheart" my mum said as I entered the kitchen
"Mornin' mum" I replied as I kissed her on the cheek and shoved a piece of bread in to the toaster.
As I sat down next to Noah to butter my toast and pour myself a mug of coffee my dad stormed into the kitchen brandishing the newspaper.
"Do you know what this is? Do you know what this is?" he ranted as he slammed the newspaper down in front of my mum
"No honey but I'm sure you're going to tell me" she replied
"This" he said pointing furiously at the front page "is republicanism run amok!" He announced more to himself than anyone else. "Good morning family" he said as he plonked down into his seat at the head of the table.
"Mornin' dad" Noah and I mumbled trying to stifle our laughter as this was so typical of our dad.
"Mom" We all grimaced as Jake's familiar whine entered the room. "I can't find my shades anywhere!"
"Maybe they're up your ass 'cause your head spends enough time there" Noah quipped before my dad who clapped him round the back of his head with his newspaper.
"Noah that's enough!" My mum admonished before turning back to Jake "Now honey just sit down and eat your breakfast and we'll find them afterwards ok?"
"Fine" he grumbled as he sat down and gave Noah and I an evil glare
My mum finally sat down as well and we all ate in silence. I couldn't help looking round the table and noticing what a funny family group we all made. My brother Noah and I both had our father's dark colouring and thick curly hair.
I loved Noah more than anyone else in the world because he took no shit and didn't care what other people thought about him but was still nice at the same time. At our previous school he had never been as popular as Jake but very few people had a problem with him.
Jake was completely different. He had my mum's pale colouring with slightly helped blonde hair that hung in curtains around his baby blue eyes. He had real pretty boy looks and had played for the school soccer team at our old school. He had been on the popularity A list since freshman year and here as a senior he intended to rule the roost popularity wise.
Then I looked at my parents. Sometimes I didn't know how they'd ever got together. They seemed so different.
When I was younger my dad had always been cuddly old Daddy to me. Because he was a college professor he'd always been at home more than mum who was a senior assistant to the American ambassador in England. He'd always been on hand whatever the problem was. He was always the one to pick Jake up from Soccer practice and me from ballet. My Nana Lyman called him a house husband but I'd always said he wasn't because you couldn't work to do that and he always worked hard he was just always there. Also as his only little girl I'd been in a special position cherished position in the family and he'd always spoilt me rotten.
My mum on the other hand had never been such a pushover. She did an important job and although she'd never once missed a soccer match or a ballet recital or ducked out of a single family commitment she'd never been full in there like Dad had but now she'd decided that enough was enough and she was going to be a proper mum. I know what you're thinking "all well and good now we're 15 and 17 but better late than never was what we always said.
I was snapped back to real life by the sound of the doorbell ringing. I made my way to the door and after negotiating three different locks finally managed to open it but boy did I get a shock when I saw the person who was there.
It was Helena but. different. I knew it had only been just over a year since I last saw her but I hadn't expected her to change so much.
I remembered her as a small slightly chubby girl with mousy brown hair. This was entirely different.
She was now slightly taller and quite a bit thinner with blonde hair almost exactly the same colour as Jake's (Herbal Essences Golden Vanilla), swept back off her face and held back with sunglasses. She was wearing what Noah would call a strategically planned sun dress that I would say was more suited to the beach than school with Sketchers and a Jansport backpack.
"Ohmigod! I can't believe you're really here!!"
"Yeah well I am" I said trying to get used to this new more effusive version of Helena
"Let me just get my bag from the kitchen and we can go" I said beating a hasty retreat.
By the time I'd gone back to the kitchen picked up my patchwork shoulder bag, kissed my mum goodbye and got back to the front door Jake was there. He was wearing his chinos and blue shirt ever so stylishly with cool trainers and his sunglasses which he'd finally managed to locate in with the kitchen things pushed up on his head and I couldn't help thinking that together they looked rather like Barbie and Ken.
"Guys we should probably get going" I said. I didn't really want to but Helena had started furiously batting her eyelashes and if Jake leaned anymore against the porch frame it would probably collapse.
The flirting didn't let off as we started towards school.
This was going to be a very long day.