I am so so so so sorry I haven't updated in like a million years. I'm horrible, I know it. It's just that I was having major writer's block and I haven't updated any of my stories in like two months.
Okay, now, This next chapter is the first day of school.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Matthew, Maria, Mrs. Letsky, Rebekah, Peter, Janis, Coach Anderson, Shane, Amber
-----------------------------------------Different Kind of Family--------------------------------------------------------------------------Well, hello. Are you new?-----------------------------------
"There are many parts of Stoichiometry. Today we will be using Mass, Moles, and Particles." Mrs. Letsky was explaining to her first period Chemistry class. "Now, when converting from Mass to grams you must divide the given mass by the-" She paused when she noticed me walking into the door. "Well, hello. Are you new?" Mrs. Letsky asked.
The students were all trying to multi-task by watching me and whispering to one another at the same time. Meanwhile, up at the front of the room, I felt very out of place. 'I knew I shouldn't have worn all black on the first day of school.' I thought to myself as she noticed the majority of the class was wearing jeans and polo shirts, save for one guy in the back row. He was leaning against the back wall, reading a book, completely oblivious that class had stopped.
Mrs. Letsky was looking at Maria's schedule now. "So everyone this is Maria Estavez. She's new here. Where are you from dear?"
"Raleigh, North Carolina." I replied with a tight smile.
"Oh, so you've come quite a distance. What brought you to town?" She asked with a smile and eyes glowing, because she had some new gossip.
"Oh I just moved up here with my Dad." I replied.
"Ah." She paused, deep in thought. She was mentally trying to figure out if she'd met my parents. "Oh, your Luke Danes' daughter, aren't you?" She asked
"Yeah." I answered. 'Boy, news sure travels fast around here.'
"Well, the only seat that we have available is in the back row between Peter and Rebekah. I hope that's okay." She told me.
"That's fine." I said.
"Good. Rebekah, will you show her ropes? Get her started down the right path?" Mrs. Letsky asked her.
"Of course." Rebekah, an apparent suck-up replied.
I looked out at the class and saw the empty seat next to the guy who was reading. Upon sitting down between Peter and a blond girl in a brown tank top, I noticed that Peter was reading "True Notebooks", a personal favorite of mine.
"You have good taste." I said to him.
He glanced over at me and continued reading. After a few minutes, when class had finally returned to what I assumed was normal, he put away his book and got out a notebook.
He looked me up and down and raised his eyebrows. Then he opened his notebook and started drawing. "You must be new." He says. "What's your favorite Clash song?"
I looked at him while in thought. 'How does he know I like The Clash?' I look down. 'Oh, the shirt genius!'
"Don't say 'London Calling' I know it's a classic, but it can't be everyone's favorite song." He said, still not looking up from his notebook.
"I was actually going to say that it's a tie between 'Hitsville, UK' and 'Clash City Rockers'." I told him.
"Interesting." He said and stopped drawing for a moment to think. "Personally, I like 'This is Radio Clash'." He said.
"Hey, you shouldn't be talking to him. He'll get you into trouble, just like he did with Janis." Rebekah replied.
I just looked at her.
"You're a lot like your dad and cousin." She said shaking her head.
"Is that a bad thing?" I asked her.
"Not necessarily. Well, to certain people it could be." She told me.
"What she means is that her, one of her relatives, or one of her friends, doesn't like your Dad and your cousin." Peter said.
"That's not true. Now Maria, get I'll let you copy my notes, here." She said shoving a thick stack of papers onto my desk. "Now keep them in order." She told me just before the bell rang.
'I finally got a good schedule.' I thought as I walked out of Algebra and down the hall to the gym. I immediately went into the gym and asked around for Coach Anderson. I went up to the coaches who were standing in the corner talking and laughing.
"Excuse me." I said loudly. They turned to look at me.
"What can we do for you son?" A large beefy man with salt and pepper hair and a receding hairline in a gray sports shirt and navy blue sweat pants asked me.
"I'm looking for Coach Anderson. I'm in his second period Personal Fitness class." I explained.
"Well you've come to the right place." He told me. "I'm Coach Anderson." He said putting his hand out in front of him for me to shake.
I shook it and replied. "I'm Matthew Estavez, nice to meet you." I said with a nod.
"Nice grip." He told me. "Now, our class meets over there." He says pointing to the bleachers by the door I had come in. "You need to get some workout clothes, and a notebook. Are we clear?" He asked me, looking me clearly in the eye.
"Yes sir." I replied with assurance.
"Good. Now, Bergus!" Coach Anderson called a tall boy with dirty blond hair in blue shorts and a gray T-shirt, and motioned for him to come over. "Bergus, this is Matthew Estavez, he's new in town. Show him the ropes. Ya know, notes and stuff, okay?" Anderson told the boy.
"Sure thing Anderson." Bergus told him.
Coach Anderson went back to talk to the other coaches.
"I'm Shane Bergus." He told me.
"Matthew Estavez." I replied.
"So, where are you from?" He asked me.
"Raleigh, NC." I told him.
"Oh cool. You play any sports?" He asked me.
"Yeah. Basketball, Cross Country, Baseball" I named off to him.
"Oh yeah? I'm on Cross Country and Basketball too." He said with interest. "They're still looking for team members."
"Oh yeah? That's good to know." I replied. 'Well, maybe I'm not completely screwed sports-wise this year.'
"I'll put in a good word for you." He told me.
Matthew was fortunate enough to have Shane in his lunch, and had someone to sit with. Maria on the other hand had no one to sit with. She got her lunch from the line and then looked around the cafeteria for somewhere she could sit. She spotted a girl sitting by herself at a table by the windows, with headphones on. She headed over to her table and sat down. The girl looked up at Maria.
"Is it okay if I sit here?" Maria asked.
"Uh sure." She said and picked at the mashed potatoes and peas on her tray.
"What are you listening to?" Maria asked.
"The Redwalls." She told me.
"Good band." Maira told her, nodding with approval. "I'm Maria by the way." Maria said to her.
"Janis." She replied quietly. "So, you new or something?" She asked.
"Yeah." Maria said with a sigh.
"I thought so. I've never seen you around before, and you came over here and sat with me." Janis told her.
"Why don't people sit with you?" Maria asks her.
"Because of something that happened in Jr. High." She said clearly wanting to drop the conversation.
"Oh okay." Maria replied. Then after a beat added, "Do you know a guy named Peter?"
She looked up. "Yeah. How'd you know that?" She asked.
"Something that a girl in my chemistry class said." Maria told her.
"What did she say?" She asked.
"Just that Peter got you into trouble and if I didn't stop talking to him he would get me into trouble too." Maria replied.
"What! Who was it?" She asked Maria.
"Some girl named Rebekah, who apparently doesn't like my family." Maria told her in disgust.
"Rebekah Cassel? She's a real bitch." Janis said shaking her head. "Let me just say this, you can't believe everything that you hear in small towns." Janis said to Maria.
TBCOkay, I know weird ending. Too bad. I should have another chapter some time this weekend. The next chapter will start to address the Rory situation. Well, so sorry again for the extreme delay on updates. Please review.