Like most aspiring journalist I start every morning with the newspaper. Like every 'town-hopper' I've seen a lot of newspapers. October fourth, the date printed in the upper right corner. Above the fold a picture of an almost flawless girl. As soon as I saw the picture I expected the headline to read 'Homecoming Queen!' I was wrong. 'Missing girl found dead.' My heart sank. She was so young. So breathtakingly beautiful. She had long dirty blonde hair, her skin glistened even printed on the matte paper. Her smile very warm and welcoming. For a brief moment I stared at her picture somehow feeling as though I knew her but surely I hadn't. My first impression of, Beacon Hill, there are rabid animals that tear apart girls my age.

With my mood being shot I threw the paper into the recycling bin without even looking at the girls name. I grabbed my keys, "Mom going to the school early, see you tonight!" I yelled into the living room where I could hear days of our lives playing off of our DVR.

"Okay Sweetie see you later." she returned. Ever since Dad -or as I like to call him my sperm donor- left us about 8 years ago we've been 'seeing the country.' We started in rhode island made it all the way to California making stops in Ohio, Missouri, Texas, Colorado and Nevada.

When I got in my car I made sure I had my radio turned up on my favorite pandora station, summer hits of the 2000s. The town itself just had a gloomy feel to it. It was rainy and muggy the humidity was terrible but didn't effect my natural straight hair one bit. I followed the instructions my gps called out to the high school. When I finally pulled up it looked fairly normal. Nicer than the last school I was at. I parked my car and headed for the office to retrieve my schedule and locker assignment. I've been to plenty of school's I was used to everyone staring I was the 'New Girl' from this point until I make a name for myself which never happened. I simply smiled at all the gawking kids and continued on my way. As soon as I was in the building I headed towards the door that read 'office' on it. When I entered I made eye contact with a girl, my age, with beautiful red hair sitting at the secretary desk.

"Hello, I'm Lydia Martin the Secretary's student assistant for first period how can I help you?" She spoke cheerfully very welcoming. I noticed that her eyes were bloodshot as if she were crying. I wondered if she knew the girl who was found dead.

"Yes, I'm Savannah King I'm new," I forced a polite smile, "I was told when I came in to come here and get my schedule and locker assignment."

She simply opened a drawer and pulled out a file that had a sticky note with my name on it. She handed me the papers that were inside throwing the sticky note away. "Here you go Savannah, looks like I'll see you in third period. If you need anything feel free to ask." She smiled then looked down sorting things on the desk quickly not giving me anytime to thank her. I nodded and left heading for my first class.

The bell rang before I could find room 210. How hard could it be. I was late and if there was anything more awkward than being the new girl was walking into your first class super late and having that weird introduction thing happen when the teacher puts you on the spot like an asshole. I scanned almost every door on the second floor, why did they all seem out of order? Finally 10 minutes into the class period I came to the door that read 210. Preparing myself for complete and shameful embarrassment I lightly knocked on the door before entering, "I am sorry for being so late I'm new and apparently directionally challenged." I smiled at the female teacher who looked fairly nice.

"Do not let it happen again." She shouted. I take back the fairly nice comment, "What is your name?"

"Uhm," I stuttered nervously, "Savannah King."

"Well don't just stand there take a seat Miss King."

I quickly scanned the room. One empty seat in the middle of the room. Not a bad place. I made my way over to the empty seat feeling the eyes of my new classmate's on me. I sat down quickly.

"You shouldn't be sitting there." a voice mumbled beside me as the teacher began barking her lesson.

I looked over in the direction of the voice to see a boy, cute, with puffy eyes. He looked very tired and upset, "Excuse me?" I was obviously offended.

"That's her seat." He was talking about the dead girl.

"I-I- I'm so-" I was cut off by him forcefully standing up and charging out of the room.

The teacher shouted after him, "Mr. Stilinski get back here!" Another boy ran after him, "Mr. McCall!" She shouted after him as well. For the rest of the class period the rest of the kids kept turning back to look at me.

So I'm back after 2 years of silence. I got inspiration for this while watching one tree hill one night for some odd reason. I really missed writing and I will probably revise my other stories because I reread them and they are absolutely terrible so don't go on my profile and read them unless you wish to gauge your eyes out. Anyways please please please let me know what you think of this so far even though not much has happened.