Alright, so I'm pretty sure I replied to everyone who left a review for the last chapter but if I missed you I'm SOOO sorry. I know I told some of you that this new chapter would be up tomorrow, but I started writing it last night and suddenly I couldn't stop. I literally had to force myself to go to bed when it got to be two in the morning. But I had time to finish it this morning, and I actually would have liked to add more, but it was getting pretty long as it is, so I held back.
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Gibbs had spent the afternoon working on his boat and had managed to get a lot done but it was getting later and he knew he should probably start getting ready for the next day. Tomorrow Amelia would be going to school and he would be back at work. He had put away his tools and was heading upstairs to tell Amelia to come down for dinner. He knocked on the door first, not wanting to just barge in, he got no answer. Opening the door a little, he stuck his head in and looked around. In the few hours she had been upstairs his daughter had managed to transform the generic room into something that was completely her own. After looking around for a few seconds his eyes fell upon his daughter who was currently sprawled across the bed, sound asleep. She had been reading a book and it was lying open on the bed next to her. When she was asleep she looked so little and innocent, it seemed as if the tragedy that had happened the past few days had never existed, she looked peaceful. Not having the heart to wake her he simply grabbed the blanket that was folded across the end of the bed and draped it over her. As he left the room he switched off the lights and it was not long before he went to bed himself.
The next morning seemed to come quickly for Amelia and the alarm was buzzing much too loudly. Groaning she rolled over with her eyes still closed, and began hitting at the alarm clock, trying to make the irritating noise stop. After a few seconds she finally succeeded and was engulfed in silence. Wishing she could go back to sleep she groaned again and climbed out of bed. She didn't remember when she fell asleep, but she was sure she hadn't had the blanket on. Thinking that Gibbs must have checked on her at some point made her realize she was actually thankful for the warmth it had provided. Shivering as her feet hit the cold floor she made her way to the bathroom to take a shower. While the warm water washed over her she concentrated on how her day was going to go. She was not looking forward to starting this new school, in fact, she was kind of dreading it. Once she had washed her hair and shaved her legs she climbed out of the shower and walked back into her new bedroom. Starring into her closet she tried to decide what she was going to wear. Her old school had required uniforms, so school clothes were never much of an issue. After a few minutes she finally picked out a blue long sleeve sweater dress and black tights to go with it. She quickly did her hair and light makeup before getting dressed and slipping on a pair of boots. Checking the time she saw that she had quite a bit of time left and decided to get something for breakfast before she finished getting ready.
Gibbs had been up since five am like he normally was. Usually he would have gone for a run but he did not want Amelia to wake up in an empty house. He was a little surprised when he heard her actually get out of bed at 6:15 when her alarm went off; he had kind of expected her to sleep as long as she could. Deciding to make her breakfast to start off the day he set about making scrambled eggs with ham and cheese. He was just serving the eggs onto a plate when she walked into the kitchen. Amelia eyed the plate of food hopefully,
"Want some?" Gibbs asked, offering her the eggs. Amelia shrugged,
"Sure. Thanks," she said simply, grabbing a fork before sitting down and beginning to eat.
"So are you ready for school?" Gibbs asked, once again trying to start a conversation.
"Yepp."
"And after school you're going to take the bus home and call me when you get here," he tried to sound like he was asking a question, but it came out as more of an order.
"Sure," she said through a mouthful of eggs, causing Gibbs to look at her funny. Amelia simply shrugged and swallowed the last bit of eggs. She put her plate in the sink and retreated back upstairs. Gibbs sighed, she sure was good at one word answers, he thought.
A little while later Gibbs called for Amelia, telling her it was time to go. Amelia grabbed her coat and scarf before heading downstairs and out the door. The ride to school was mostly silent, the only noise being the pinging of Amelia's cellphone that signaled when she got a text message. Twenty minutes later they pulled up to the school,
"Have a good day. You'll do great," Gibbs said encouragingly. Amelia just looked at him and nodded her head before grabbing her bag and jumping out of the car. Gibbs watched as she walked into the school. On the outside she seemed incredibly confident and sure of herself, but Gibbs could tell that she was simply terrified about starting a new school. Once she made it inside he put the car in drive and sped off to work, wanting to make sure he got there before his other agents.
As Amelia walked into school she kept reminding herself that she had to breathe, that everything was going to be ok. Honestly, she was terrified and would love to just run home and curl up in bed, but she knew that wasn't an option. If her mother had taught her anything it was that she had to be a strong woman who could stand up for herself, and that was exactly what she was going to do. She had about ten minutes until her first class and she took this opportunity to walk towards the building she would be in. She had studied the map of the school the night before and thought she had a good grip on where everything was, but she still wanted to make sure she did not get lost. She was actually looking forward to her first class, Chemistry Honors. She had always liked science and was hoping this class would be as good as the ones she had taken in the past. While she walked she could feel eyes on her. Looking around she knew the other students were trying to figure out who she was, but rather than reveal anything she simply sat on a low wall and began texting her friends in New York.
It was kind of hard for her actually, to sit there and ignore everyone, when she was used to being the center of attention. In New York she had been one of the popular girls. She hadn't tried very hard, but people just seemed to flock to her and it was slightly bothering her that people weren't doing the same thing here. Her phone binging pulled her from her thoughts,
Marissa: How's the new school?
Amelia: Weird. Everyone's just starring.
Marissa: Cause you're so damn beautiful they just can't keep their eyes off you!
Amelia: Whatever you say. You're just trying to make me feel better.
Marissa: Is it working?
Before Amelia could respond the bell rang and she had to make her way into class. She waited a few seconds to let more people file into the room first. When she finally entered she approached the teacher who hardly glanced at her.
"Excuse me?" Amelia said politely.
"What?" the teacher asked, still not looking up at her but rather focusing on a paper in front of him.
"I'm Amelia Covington, I'm new," she told him. He finally looked at her,
"Right. I knew you were joining us today. I'm Mr. Mosley. Why don't you take a seat with Mr. Walters," he said, pointing to a boy that was sitting at a lab bench by himself, "And I will get you a text book by the end of class," he went back to the paper and Amelia took that as her cue to go sit down. Walking over she smiled slightly at the boy she sat next to. As she pulled out her notebook she heard the boy talking to her,
"You're new," he said matter-of-factly.
"You're observant," she replied. He smiled and held out his hand,
"I'm Luke," he told her. Amelia took his hand in hers,
"Amelia. But you can call me Mia."
"So Mia, where did you move from?"
"New York," she said simply.
"Seriously?"
"No," she deadpanned. He looked a little confused, "Yes, I moved from New York," she hoped he wouldn't ask her any more questions and she was saved by Mr. Mosley beginning class. It turned out that her school in New York had been a little ahead of this school and she had already learned the topic they were covering today. Still, she took diligent notes, making sure to listen to everything that was said. At the end of class Amelia gathered her things and stood up.
"So what class do you have next?" Luke asked, walking next to her as they left the classroom.
"English Honors," she told him, having memorized her schedule the night before.
"Me too! We can walk together, I'll show you how to get there," he volunteered. Amelia agreed, not really sure why this boy had decided to befriend her, but she wasn't going to turn away someone who seemed nice enough. While they walked Luke chattered on about their Chemistry class and how he had barley understood a single word that was said today and would likely fail the test they had on Friday.
"I can help you if you want," Amelia offered, "We already learned this at my old school, so I've pretty much got it down," she told him, not wanting it to seem like she was trying to say she was smarter than him.
"You're an angel!" Luke exclaimed loudly, giving her a hug, causing people to look at them. Amelia laughed a little,
"It's no problem," she shrugged as they walked into their English class.
Although Amelia had understood everything that was said in Chemistry last period this class seemed to be kicking her butt within the first few minutes. The teacher had pointed to a seat and then launched right into their assignment for the day. Sadly, Luke was seated on the other side of the classroom and could not help her understand what they were doing. This class was structured completely different than her old one and she was finding it hard to keep up with what was going on. Finally, forty five minutes later she walked out of the class next to Luke.
"That sucked," she moaned as they walked to their lockers that happened to be pretty close together.
"That class always sucks. Mrs. Givins can be a real bitch," Luke told her reassuringly.
"Still, it sucked," she said.
"What class do you have next?"
"AP US History." Luke frowned,
"I have Spanish. What lunch are you in?"
"Second," she said and Luke smiled.
"Great, me too! Find me when you get there and I'll introduce you to some people," he told her as the bell rang, telling them to get to class.
"Sure. See you in a little while," she said as she walked away from her new found friend.
The rest of the day passed pretty much the same, though the rest of her teachers seemed pretty cool and laid back, unlike her English teacher had been. At lunch she had found Luke and sat at a table with him and about six other people, two girls and four boys. They were friendly enough, but Amelia found herself comparing these new people to her old friends in New York, and somehow they just couldn't seem to measure up. Still, she made conversation and managed to enjoy herself at lunch. Much to her pleasure no one had asked her why she moved to DC yet, or not directly anyway, and she had managed to avoid having to answer the question so far.
When the final bell rang she gathered everything she would need for homework then set off to find her bus. Twenty minutes later she was sitting in her new house, starring at the mountain of homework she had on her first day. Sighing, she picked up her chemistry book, deciding to start on the easy stuff and go from there.
So what did you think? Sorry about the all caps, I have no idea why but my laptop keeps caps locking the keyboard for no reason at all.
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