Chapter 2
Everyone took notice of us as we walked the halls of Roswell High. It was like Albuquerque, lockers,classrooms, flyers, advertising the next football game: Coyotes vs Hawks, and of course Human eyes lined the halls. I figure, every school is the same just a different town with a different batch of students, who were counting down the days until they were out of this place but it had been years since I'd felt jealous of the natives, Keeping close to my tiny family and the few others that had escaped our crumbling home world.
My mother and I waited as Dad took care of the formalities.I turned to look out the windows of the busseling office and peered into the different faces of the Student Body as they hurried to their classes, but I didn't see the face I was looking for. I watched as the congestion of students thin out until there was no one left.
"Come on," Dad said handing us two sheets of paper, "we've got Geometry
"Oh, Bane of my existence will you never stop torturing me." I sighed and followed them out.
We walked into the classroom right in the middle of the lecture and it seemed like every eye moved from the chalkboard to us. Dad handed a piece of paper to the teacher designated as Mr. Singer.
"Alright," He said as he faced the class to give us our introductions,"Everyone this is Kaden; Zara and Leelo...Brakken?
Dad nodded.
"Brakken." He repeated.
As Mr. Singer gave our cover story my eyes flitted across the students faces until I noticed a familiar face sitting amongst the crowd that nearly stole my breath away. Those big brown eyes looked at me with the intensity of a questioning that would have to be answered.
I broke my stare and dropped my eyes and turned to my mother and whispered, "He's here."
"Where?"
"Second row; third chair."
She glanced at him quickly, "Are you sure he's the one?"
"Mom, if any one would know" I reminded her.
"Young lady," Her voice got lower, "I am still your mother and will not speak to me like that."
"Yes Momma, I'm sorry but I am sure."
"Gotta give you this: He is a looker."
"Definately," I smiled.
"Don't stare at him and freak him out." She warned.
"Yes, Momma." I dropped my eyes again but as soon as her back wasn't turned I raised them again. Those eyes seemed to have a magnetic pull all there own and I wanted to stare into those deep depths forever.
"So," Mr. Singer started breaking my attention, "would you like to tell us a bit more about yourselves?"
"My...sisters and I," Dad began,"arrived here after..our ...parents died in a fire on," He slipped a little and suddenly I couldn't breathe we stared at each other for a moment while Dad tried to cover his mistake, "at our last home." I looked back over the classroom and hoped no one caught that.
The other students didn't seem to be listening a few in the back were lieing across their desks, asleep; some girls that I could see where doodling in their spirals, normal doodles of: stars, hearts, butterflies, spiraled lines, and random names
Yes, just a typical high school with a new batch of students.